Among his twenty men all were natives of Kentucky except Warner, Pennington and Sergeant Whitley.

Two were from Frankfort itself, and they were confident that they could approach through the hills with comparative security, the little capital nestling in its little valley.
They rode rapidly and by nightfall drew near to the rough Benson Hills, which suddenly shooting up in a beautiful rolling country, hem in the capital.

Although it was now the third day of October the little party marked anew the extreme dryness and the shrunken condition of everything.

It was all the more remarkable as no region in the world is better watered than Kentucky, with many great rivers, more small ones, and innumerable creeks and brooks.

There are few points in the state where a man can be more than a mile from running water.
The dryness impressed Dick.