there was only a pile of bones , only a skeleton of a man resting on its back on a mossy log . i sat in the chair ; it did n't hurt me , and i did n't want to give them another excuse to hurt anyone . i wonder ... will louis be pleased by this little poem ? you and i , we 're going to speak without speaking . '' he looked up at the blue sky , squinting slightly in the bright sunlight . `` for the fourteenth colony , '' gray added . 