"Wall, some jest lets the edges sag together, but the best teepees has a door made of the same stuff as the cover put tight on a saplin' frame an' swung from [150] a lacin' pin."
This seemed to cover the ground, so carefully folding the dirty paper with the plan, Yan put it in his pocket, said "Thank you" and went off. To the "Good-day" of the boys Caleb made no reply, but turned as they left and asked, "Whar ye camped?"
"On the knoll by the creek in Raften's swamp."
"H-m, maybe I'll come an' see ye."
"All right," Sam called out; "follow the blazed trail from the brush fence."
"Why, Sam," said Yan, as soon as they were out of hearing, "there isn't any blazed trail; why did you say that?"
"Oh, I thought it sounded well," was the calm answer, "an' it's easy to have the blazes there as soon as we want to, an' a blame sight sooner than he's likely to use them."