It was the colored servants crying with terror.

He found the constable and Senator Culver on watch on the back porch and whispered to them his errand.
"For God's sake, be careful, Harry," the Senator whispered back.
"Bad blood is boiling now.

Some of Skelly's men have been hit hard, and if they caught you they'd shoot you without mercy." "But they won't catch me," replied the boy with confidence.

Thinking it would be in the way in his rapid flight, he gave his rifle to the senator, and taking the heavy pistols from the holsters, thrust them in the pockets of his coat.

Then he dropped lightly from the porch and lay for a few moments in the darkness and on the wet ground, absolutely still.
A strange thrill ran through Harry Kenton when his body touched the damp earth.