"That is true, Juba," he said.

"It's all over here,--we were too late.

And it's not a pleasant place to lie awake in, waiting for the morning.

We'll go back to the hilltop." Leaving the tree, they struck across the grass and entered the strip of corn.

Something low and dark that had lain upon the ground started up before them, and ran down the narrow way between the stalks.