When he became tired of sitting still and began to feel the cravings of appetite, he went into the woods and shot four squirrels which Bose treed for him.
These he roasted over a fire and divided with his four-footed friend.
When it began to grow dark he went back to his hiding-place, where he remained until he thought it time to take up a new position.

This was by the side of the road, and a short distance from the big gate, which opened into the lane leading to the negro quarters.

There Dan lay for almost four hours, stretched out behind a log, with the hound by his side.

He saw several negroes pass in and out of the gate, and, although some of them walked by within ten feet of him, no one saw him, and the well-trained hound never betrayed his presence by so much as a whimper.
Finally, to Dan's great relief, the lights in the General's house were put out, then a door or two was slammed loudly in the quarters, and after that all was still.

Dan had grown tired of watching and must have fallen asleep, for he knew nothing more until a low growl from the hound aroused him.