She was faint and almost sick, and found it impossible to swallow the raw corn.
"Poor little sister," said Tom.

"If I had any fire I'd roast a potato for you to-day anyhow, but the fire's all out and I can't." "Mas' Tom!" said Joe, "I'll tell you what! I dun see a heap o' fox grapes down dar by de creek, an' I'se gwine to git some for Miss Judie quicker'n you kin count ten." And so saying Joe ran first to the look-out, to make a preliminary reconnoissance.

The boys rarely ever left the trees during the daytime, and when they did so they were careful first to satisfy themselves that there were no savages in the neighborhood.

The creek, of which Joe spoke, emptied into the river a short distance above the root fortress, and, along its banks was a dense mass of undergrowth, which skirted the river below, all the way to the drift-pile.

Joe had seen the grapes from the look-out, and had planned an excursion after them.