It was not much past midnight, and a cold wind blowing across the hills and the Cumberland River made Harry shiver in his overcoat.

Once more he was glad of his new comradeship with a man so much his superior in years and worldly wisdom.
Snow lay on the ground, but not so deep as in Kentucky.

Houses, mostly of wood, and low, showed dimly through the dusk.

No carriages met the train, and the people were melting away already to their destinations.
"I'll lead the way," said Colonel Talbot.

"I know the best hotel, and for travelers who need rest the best is always none too good." He led briskly through the silent and lonely streets, until they came to a large brick building with several lights shining from the wide and open door.