“Who’s watchin’?” he called.
“Me,” replied Ross.
“Is it day yet?”
“Look up an’ see.”
The shiftless one did look up, and when he beheld the great sun shining almost directly over his head he exclaimed in surprise:
“Why, Tom, is it today or tomorrer?”
“It’s today, though I guess it’s well on to noon.”
“Seein’ the sun whar it is, an’ feelin’ now ez ef I had slep’ so long, I thought mebbe it might be tomorrer. An’ it bein’ so late an’ me sleepin’, too, it looks ez ef the warriors ought to hev us.”
“But they hevn’t, Sol. All safe.”
“No, Tom, they hevn’t got us, an’ now, hevin’ learned from your long an’ volyble conversation that it ain’t tomorrer an’ that we are free, ’stead o’ bein’ taken captive an’ bein’ burned at the stake by the Injuns, I’m feelin’ mighty fine.”