Indeed, that visit, and the recollection of Ralph's saying that Jesus Christ was a sort of a Flat Creeker himself, were manna in the wilderness to Bud.
Poor Shocky was sick.

The excitement had been too much for him, and though his fever was very slight it was enough to produce just a little delirium.

Either Ralph or Miss Martha was generally at the cabin.
"They're coming," said Shocky to Ralph, "they're coming.

Pete Jones is a-going to bind me out for a hundred years.

I wish Hanner would hold me so's he couldn't.