It was evidently the abode of a thrifty farmer, for near it were half a dozen negro houses.

As the dwelling had no long windows in front, Tom was obliged to approach the place by a flank and rear movement; but the back door was locked.

He tried the windows, and they were fastened.

While he was reconnoitring the premises, he heard heavy footsteps within.

Returning to the door, he knocked vigorously for admission.
"Who's thar ?" said a man, as he threw the door wide open.
"A stranger, who wants something to eat," replied Tom, boldly.
"Who are ye ?" "My name is Tom Somers," added the soldier boy, as he stepped into the house.