"I wish that all our sentinels were as faithful as you." Then while the man glowed with gratitude, he and Harry rode on.

Jackson was in deep thought and did not speak.

Harry, a little awed by this strange ride, looked up at the trees and the dusky heavens.

He heard the far hoot of an owl, and he shivered a little.

What if a troop of Northern cavalry should suddenly burst upon them.