Ten or fifteen minutes more, and he would see the solid red brick house rising among the clipped pines.

But as he passed the junction of a small road coming down from the hills, his attentive ear gave warning.

He heard the sound of hoofs and many of them.

He drew in for a moment under the boughs and listened.
Harry's instinct warned him against the troop of men that he heard.
Collins, the liveryman, had told him that the country was full of trouble.

This region was neither North nor South.