But look at the printed part." I looked again, and saw that some one had very carefully underlined certain words.

These made a sentence, and read, "_John, servant of the prophecy, is at hand._" "The underlining may have been done long ago," I hazarded.
"No, the ink is not a month old," he said, and I could do nothing but gape.
"Well what's your plan ?" I said at last.
"None, but I would give my right hand to know what is behind the hills.
That's our weakness, Andrew.

We have to wait here, and since we do not know the full peril, we cannot fully prepare.

There may be mischief afoot which would rouse every sleepy planter out of bed, and turn the Tidewater into an armed camp.

But we know nothing.