"
Colonel Kenton smiled again.
"Perhaps he is wiser than the rest of us," he said, "but in any event,
I think he is our man. He will sell his logs and pull back up the
Kentucky in a small boat. I gather from what you say that he came
down the most southerly fork of the Kentucky, which, in a general way,
is the route you wish to take. You can go with him and his nephew until
they reach their home in the mountains. Then you must take a horse,
strike south into the old Wilderness Road, cross the ranges into
Virginia and reach Richmond. Are you willing?"
He spoke as father to son, and also as man to man.
"I'm more than willing," replied Harry. "I don't think we could choose
a better way. Jarvis and his nephew, I know, will be as true as steel,
and I'd like that journey in the boat."
"Then it's settled, provided Jarvis and his nephew are willing. We'll
see them before breakfast in the morning, and now I think you'd better
go to sleep. A boy who was fished out of the Kentucky only an hour or
two ago needs rest."
Harry promptly went to bed, but sleep was long in coming. Their mission
to Frankfort had failed, and action awaited his young footsteps.
Virginia, the mother state of his own, was a mighty name to him, and men
already believed the great war would be decided there.
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