After searchin' around the cellar for more 'n ten minutes, one of 'em called out, "'"Wal, boys, it's easy enough to see that the cuss has fooled us.

Thar's no liquor here.

He's hid it in the woods, somewhere 'bout the shantee." "'"That's so," said another.

"I'll bet he has got plenty of whisky somewhere.

Let's go up and hang him till he tells us where it is." "'"No, no, that won't do," said Mountain Tom.