You can't beat it. Now when
I've gone fifteen or eighteen hours without food I have a feelin'--an'
it's a strong one, too--that I'm goin' to be hungry, an' I'm sca'cely ever
mistook, jest ez I've got a feelin' when the skies are filled with big
black clouds that it's liable to rain purty soon. I tell you, Paul, it's a
great thing to have this here power you call second sight."
The three walked steadily on in Indian file through the forest, their
trained feet making no sound among the trunks and brushes. The night was
dark, just suited to their purpose, and clouds floated up to dim the
skies. No stars came out, and the moon was hidden. By and bye the wind
rose, and dashes of rain were whipped into their faces.
But the three did not mind. Such things as these had become trifles to
them long since. Henry led with sure step, Shif'less Sol came next, and
Paul brought up the rear. Henry stopped after a while, and sank down
among the bushes. The other two did likewise, and, after a little pause in
which they heard nothing, they began to creep forward, taking the utmost
care to make not even the slightest sound. They saw presently through the
trees and bushes a faint red shade that grew fast to a glow and then to a
glare.
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