He was a hospitable mountaineer, with a double-roomed log cabin, a wife and two small children.

He volunteered gladly to take care of the boat and its belongings, while Jarvis and the boys went on the next day to Jarvis's home about ten miles away.
Rudd and his wife were full of questions.

They were eager to hear of the great world which was represented to them by Frankfort, and of the war in the lowlands concerning which they had heard vaguely.

Rudd had been to Frankfort once and felt himself a traveler and man of the world.
He and his wife knew Jarvis and Ike well, and they glanced rather curiously at Harry.
"He's goin' across the mountains an' down into Virginia on some business of his own which I ain't inquired into much," said Jarvis.
Harry slept in a house that night for the first time in days, and he did not like it.

He awoke once with a feeling as if walls were pressing down upon him, and he could not breathe.