“Won’t answer? Why not? In the name of common sense, give some reason.”
“Let that log alone! Do you understand?”
Graham looked up, and started at the appearance of Seth. His eyes fairly scintillated and he seemed ready to spring upon him, for daring to utter a word of dispute.
“Come along with me!” commanded Seth, in a voice hoarse with passion.
It wouldn’t do to disregard that command; and, taking up his rifle, Graham lost no time in obeying it. But he wondered greatly whether Seth was suddenly become crazy or foolish. He followed him a short distance, and then hastened up beside him. Seeing that his face had recovered its usual expression, he gained courage and asked what he meant by such commands?
“Didn’t you take notice that that log was holler?”
“I believe it was, although I did not examine it closely.”
“Wal, if you had examined it closely or even loosely, so that you took a peep into the log, you’d have seen a big Mohawk curled up there snug and nice!”
“Is it possible! How came you to see him?”