After breakfast he mounted his horse, received careful directions from Perkins and rode toward Washington.

The whole forest was fresh and green after its heavy bath, and birds, rejoicing in the morning, sang in every bush.

Harry's elation returned.

Clothes impart a certain quality, and, dressed in a charcoal burner's Sunday best, he began to bear himself like one.
He rode in a slouchy manner, and he transferred the pistols from his belt to the large inside pockets of his new coat.

As he passed in an hour from the forest into a rolling open country, he saw that Perkins had advised him wisely.