It's safe to do so because all the people through here are on our side.

There, you can see the house now." The moonlight disclosed a farmhouse, surrounded by a lawn that was well sprinkled with big trees, but as they approached Harry and Dalton simultaneously reined their horses back into the wood.

They had seen a dozen troopers on the lawn, and the light was good enough to show that their uniforms were or had been blue.

A woman was standing in the open door of the house, and one of the men, who seemed to be the leader, was talking to her.
"Yankee scouts," whispered Harry.
"Undoubtedly.

The Yankee generals are waking up--Jackson has made 'em do it, but I didn't expect to find their scouts so far in the valley." "Nor I.Suppose we wait here, George, until they leave." "It's the thing to do." They rode a little further into the woods where they were safe from observation, and yet could watch what was passing at the house.