Wait a minute and I'll be with you." He returned in half the time, and the two of them soon had the town up and stirring.

Pendleton was largely Southern in sympathy, and even those who held other views did not wholly relish an attack upon one of its prominent men by a band of unclassified mountaineers.

Lights sprang up all over the town.

Men poured from the houses and there was no house then that did not contain at least one rifle.
In a half hour sixty or seventy men, well armed with rifles and pistols, were on their way to Colonel Kenton's house.

Only a few drops of rain were falling now, and the thin edge of the moon appeared between clouds.
There was a little light.