Then, when he could muster his forces rightly, he would drive the enemy from his ground." "To be sure," said the old man.

"What ort I to do ?" "Have you any friends ?" "Well, yes; ther's my brother over in Jackson Kyounty.

I mout go there." "Well," said Bud, "do you just go down to Spring-in-rock and stay there.
Them folks won't be here tell midnight.

I'll come fer you at nine with my roan colt, and I'll set you down over on the big road on Buckeye Run.
Then you can git on the mail-wagon that passes there about five o'clock in the mornin', and go over to Jackson County and keep shady till we want you to face the enemy and to swear agin some folks.

And then well send fer you." "To be sure," said the old man in a broken voice.