I'll mount and ride back in the direction of Richmond.
I know all the roads." Sergeant Whitley, who had gone a little higher up and who was watching while they talked, whistled softly.

Yet the whistle, low as it was, was undoubtedly a signal of alarm.
"Go at once, Henrietta," whispered Shepard, urgently.

"It's important that you shouldn't be held here, that you be left with a free hand." "It's so," she said.
He stooped and kissed her on the brow, and, without another word, she vanished among the cedars on the lower slope.

Dick thought he heard a moment later the distant beat of hoofs and he felt sure she was riding fast and far.

Then he turned his attention to the danger confronting them, because a danger it certainly was, and that, too, of the most formidable kind.