MR.

TERENCE KIRKWOOD PATTEN OF NEW YORK "There is Luray," I said, pointing with my whip to the scattered houses of the village as they lay in the valley at our feet.
Terry stretched out a hand and pulled the horses to a standstill.
"Whoa, just a minute till I get my bearings.

Now, in which direction is the cave ?" "It extends all along underneath us.

The entrance is over there in the undergrowth about a mile to the east." "And the woods extend straight across the mountain in an unbroken line ?" "Pretty much so.

There are a few farms scattered in." "How about the farmers?
Are they well-to-do around here ?" "I think on the whole they are." "Which do they employ mostly to work in the fields, negroes or white men ?" "As to that I can't say.