"Here it is." He turned off from the road into a path leading into thick forest, wide enough for only one horse at a time.

Billy, of course, led, Harry followed, and Dalton brought up the rear.

The path, evidently a short cut used by farmers, was enclosed by great oaks, beeches and elms, now in full leaf, and it was dark there.

Only a slit of moonlight showed from above, and the figures of the three riders grew shadowy.
"They'll never find us here, will they, Billy ?" said Harry.
"Not one chance in a thousand.

Them Yankees don't know a thing about the country.