He had become soaking wet, lying on the floor of the
portico, but he did not notice it.
Harry saw far to his left a single dim light in the dip beyond the
forest, and he knew that it shone through a window in one of the houses
of Pendleton.
It seemed amazing that so bitter a combat should be going on here,
while the people slept peacefully in the town below. But there was not
one chance in a thousand that they would hear of the battle on such a
night. Then an idea came to him, and creeping to his father he made his
proposition. Colonel Kenton opposed it vigorously, but Harry insisted.
He knew every inch of the grounds. Why should he not? He had played
over them all his life, and he could be in the fields and away in less
than two minutes.
Colonel Kenton finally consulted Judge Kendrick, and the judge agreed
with Harry. Besieged by so many, they needed help and the boy was the
one to bring it. Then Colonel Kenton consented that Harry should go,
but pressed his hand and told him to be very careful.
The boy went back into the house, passing through the dark rooms to the
rear. As he went, he heard the sound of sobbing. It was the colored
servants crying with terror.
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