He had gained its shelter when the jail began to glow redly.
Now to find Solomon and the boy, and then to put the miles between himself and Pleasantville with all diligence.

As he thought this, almost at his elbow Mahaffy and Hannibal rose from behind a fallen log.

The Yankee motioned for silence and pointed west.
"Yes," breathed the judge.

He noted that Mahaffy had a heavy pack, and the boy his long rifle.

For a mile or two they moved forward without speech, the boy in the lead; while at his heels strode Mahaffy, with the judge bringing up the rear.
"How do you feel, Price ?" asked Mahaffy at length, over his shoulder.
"Like one come into a fortune! Those horse-thieves gave me a fine scare, but did me a good turn." Hannibal kept to the woods by a kind of instinct, and the two men yielded themselves to his guidance; but there was no speech between them.