"I've sleet my eyes, too, Sol Hyde, jest ez tight ez you've shet
yours, an' I see him, too, but he ain't doin' any uv the things
that you're talkin' about."
"What is he doing, Jim?" asked Paul.
"Henry's away off to the south, not to the north," replied the
long one, "an' he's in the Iroquois village that we burned. One
house has been left standin', an' he's been occupyin' it while
the big snow's on the groun'. A whole deer is hangin' from the
wall, an' he's been settin' thar fur days, eatin' so much an'
hevin' such a good time that the fat's hangin' down over his
cheeks, an' his whole body is threatenin' to bust right out uv
his huntin' shirt."
Paul moved a little on his elbow and turned the other side of his
face to the fire. Then he glanced at the silent worker with the
moccasins.
"Sol and Jim don't seem to agree much in their second sight," he
said. "Can you have any vision, too, Tom?"
"Yes," replied Tom Ross, "I kin. I shet my eyes, but I don't see
like either Sol or Jim, 'cause both uv 'em see wrong. I see
Henry, an' I see him plain. He's had a pow'ful tough time. He
ain't threatenin' to bust with fat out uv no huntin' shirt, his
cheeks ain't so full that they are fallin' down over his jaws.
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