He knew that the schoolmaster was one of the bravest of men.
Now they came close to Wareville.

From a hill they saw a thin, blue column of smoke rising and then hanging like a streamer across the clear blue sky.
"That comes from the chimneys of Wareville," said Ross, "an' I guess she's all right.

That smoke looks kinder quiet, as if nothin' out of the way had happened." They pressed forward with renewed speed, and presently a shout came from the forest.

Two men ran to meet them, and rejoiced at the sight of the men unharmed, and every horse heavily loaded with salt.

Then it was a triumphal procession into Wareville, with the crowd about them thickening as they neared the gates.