He hid himself round the corner, but kept peeping out to see who was coming.

He felt sure the boy was gone to call Tant Sannie.

His teeth chattered with inward cold as he looked round into the darkness and thought of the snakes that might bite him, and the dreadful things that might attack him, and the dead that might arise out of their graves if he slept out in the field all night.

But more than an hour passed and no footstep approached.
Then Bonaparte made his way back to the cabin.

He buttoned the door and put the table against it and, giving the dog a kick to silence his whining when the foot throbbed, he climbed into bed.