All the green shutters were closed tightly.
"I think they saw us in the road," said Dick, "and this is a house of staunch Southern sympathizers.

That is why they don't open to us." "Beat on the door with the hilt of your sword, sergeant," said the colonel to Whitley.

"They're bound to answer in time." The sergeant beat steadily and insistently.

Yet he was forced to continue it five or six minutes before it was thrown open.

Then a tall old woman with a dignified, stern face and white hair, drawn back from high brows, stood before them.