CHAPTER V.THE SINGER OF THE HILLS.
As the engine whistled for the last time Dick sprang upon a car-step, one hand holding to the rail while with the other he returned the powerful grip of Red Blaze, who with his own unconfined hand grasped the bridles of the three horses, which had served them so well.

Petty had received a reward thrust upon him by Colonel Newcomb, but Dick knew that the mountaineer's chief recompense was the success achieved in the perilous task chosen for him.
"Good-bye, Mr.Mason," said Red Blaze, "I'm proud to have knowed you an' the sergeant, an' to have been your comrade in a work for the Union." "Without you we should have failed." "It jest happened that I knowed the way.

It seems to me that there's a heap, a tremenjeous heap, in knowin' the way.

It gives you an awful advantage.

Now you an' your regiment are goin' down thar in them Kentucky mountains.