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Battius had seen fit to assume. "I come as a
friend; and am one whose pursuits and wishes will not at all interfere
with your own."
"Harkee, stranger," said Paul Hover, bluntly; "do you understand
lining a bee from this open place into a wood, distant, perhaps, a
dozen miles?"
"The bee is a bird I have never been compelled to seek," returned the
other, laughing; "though I have, too, been something of a fowler in my
time."
"I thought as much," exclaimed Paul, thrusting forth his hand frankly,
and with the true freedom of manner that marks an American borderer.
"Let us cross fingers. You and I will never quarrel about the comb,
since you set so little store by the honey. And now, if your stomach
has an empty corner, and you know how to relish a genuine dew-drop
when it falls into your very mouth, there lies the exact morsel to put
into it. Try it, stranger; and having tried it, if you don't call it
as snug a fit as you have made since--How long ar' you from the
settlements, pray?"
"'Tis many weeks, and I fear it may be as many more before I can
return.


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