It was nearly midnight when he stopped on a high hill, free of forest, and looked down upon Pendleton.

The wonderful clearness of the winter night helped him.
All the stars known to man were out, and helped to illuminate the world with a clear but cold radiance.
Although a long distance away Dick could see Pendleton clearly.

There was no foliage on the trees now, and nearly every house was visible.
The great pulse in his throat throbbed hard as he looked.

He saw the steeples of the churches, the white pillars of the court house, and off to one side the academy in which he and Harry Kenton had gone to school together.

He saw further away Colonel Kenton's own house on another hill.