“I tink it’s gibbin’ out all de time, an’ if it only keeps on gibbin’ out long ’nough, we’ll soon get all we want.”
“I hope we may, but I very much doubt it; and come to think, I believe we have nothing for supper. How is that?”
“You’re right—not ’nough to feed a ’skeeter.”
“You ought to have done some fishing for us, Edwin.”
“I would, if you hadn’t put me in the tree, and set me to watching for the Indians.”
“Dat is so,” assented Jim, quite emphatically, “couldn’t watch a fish at de same time. We’ll have to go widout supper, an’ den make up when we get de chance agin; dat’s de way I ginerally fixes it. I can go a week widout eatin’ anything, but I tells you Jim Tubbs ’gins to feel holler, an’ he makes meat fly when he git de chance.”
“We can then wait until morning.”
By this time, it was completely dark in the cave. The three conversed together awhile longer, and then Jim, having finished his pipe, arose and said:
“I tinks I takes a look at de hosses.”
“You had better remain where you are. They are all right, and you may get yourself into trouble.”