"Insulted? What do you mean?"
"To think anybody could have reckoned that me an' the others would be mean enough to give you up jest to save our own hides!"
Henry's eyes twinkled.
"I know you wouldn't give me up, Jim, but how do you know, if our places had been changed, that I wouldn't have given you up?"
"You're talkin' like Shif'less Sol," said Long Jim in the utmost good humor. "Now I wonder whar that ornery, long-legged cuss is."
"Not so far away, it's safe to say. He'll be hanging around, ready to help whenever help is needed most."
"That's shore. Thar's a heap o' good in Shif'less Sol, though it don't always 'pear on the surface. Wish he wuz here. Now, what's next, Henry?"
"Waiting, waiting, and then more waiting."
"You don't think they'll give it up an' go away?"
"Not for two or three days anyhow, and I think it likely also that they'll make another general attack."