13/48 "Look, there's the dawn coming over the Blue Ridge, George." A faint tint of gray was appearing on the loftiest crests of the Blue Ridge. It could scarcely be called light yet, but it was a sign to the two that the darkness there would soon melt away. Gradually the gray shredded off and then the ridges were tipped with silver which soon turned to gold. Dawn rushed down over the valley and the pleasant forests and fields sprang into light. The experienced ears of both told them that it was only a single horseman who came, and, drawing their pistols, they turned their horses across the road. |