The dog roused me by barking in the middle of the right and I heard again the familiar whisper of the stranger.
'Sh-h-h! be still, dog,' he whispered; but I was up to my ears in sleep and went under shortly, so I have no knowledge of what passed that night.

Uncle Eb tells in his diary that he had a talk with him lasting more than an hour, but goes no further and never seemed willing to talk much about that interview or others that followed it.
I only know the man had brought more milk and fish and fowl for us.

We stayed another day in the old house, that went like the last, and the night man came again to see Uncle Eb.

The next morning my companion was able to walk more freely, but Fred and I had to stop and wait for him very often going down the big hill.

I was mighty glad when we were leaving the musty old house for good and had the dog hitched with all our traps in the wagon.