Dick, take a squad of men and enter the house.

Pennington, you and Warner go with him." Dick sprang down instantly, chose Sergeant Whitley first and with the others entered the great portico.

The front door was locked but it was easy enough to force it with a gun butt, and they went in, but not before Dick had noticed over the door in large letters the name, "Bellevue." So this was Bellevue, one of the great cotton plantations of Mississippi.

He now vaguely remembered that he had once heard his uncle, Colonel Kenton, speak of having stopped a week here.

But he could not recall the name of the owner.