Now I hev to do all my own work." "You wouldn't be truly happy, Sol Hyde," said Jim Hart, "'less you wuz ridin' in a gilt coach drawed by four white horses, right smack through the woods here." "That's heaven," said the shiftless one, with a deep sigh.

"I don't ever dream o' sech a thing ez that, and please don't call it up to my mind, Jim Hart; the contras' between that an' footin' it ez I am now is too cruel an' too great." Paul smiled.

The little by-play between those two good friends amused and brightened him, but nothing else was said for a long time.

Then it was Henry who spoke, and he called a halt.
"The big Miami village is not more than a dozen miles away," he said, "and the warriors there are expecting messengers from the Shawnees, with war belts.

The messengers will pass near here, and we'll wait for them.