Women and children hid from the terrible fire, and the civilians already had begun to burrow.

Caves had been dug deep into the sides of the ravines and hundreds found in them a rude but safe shelter.
Dick now found that his plans were going wrong.

He could wander about almost at will and to any one to whom he spoke he still claimed to be a Tennesseean, but he knew that it could not last forever.

Sooner or later, some officer would question him closely, and then his tale would be too thin for truth.
Unable to make a way toward the river, he returned to the slopes and ravines, where they were digging the caves, and then fortune which had been smiling upon him turned its face the other way.

A small man in butternut and an enormous felt hat passed near.