Next morning, the Home Guards came gayly around to the Armory to seize those guns, and the wily youngsters left temporarily behind (they, too, fled for Dixie, that night) gibed them unmercifully; so that, then and there, a little interchange of powder-and-ball civilities followed; and thus, on the very first day, Daniel Dean smelled the one and heard the other whistle right harmlessly and merrily.  Straightway, more guards were called out; cannon were planted to sweep the principal streets, and from that hour the old town was under the rule of a Northern or Southern sword for the four years’ reign of the war.

Meanwhile, Chad Buford was giving a strange journey to Dixie.  Whenever he dismounted, she would turn her head toward the Bluegrass, as though it surely were time they were starting for home.  When they reached the end of the turnpike, she lifted her feet daintily along the muddy road, and leaped pools of water like a cat.  Climbing the first foot-hills, she turned her beautiful head to right and left, and with pointed ears snorted now and then at the strange dark woods on either side and the tumbling water-falls.  The red of her wide nostrils was showing when she reached the top of the first mountain, and from that high point of vantage she turned her wondering eyes over the wide rolling stretch that waved homeward, and whinnied with distinct uneasiness when Chad started her down into the wilderness beyond.  Distinctly that road was no path for a lady to tread, but Dixie was to know it better in the coming war.

Within ten miles of the Turners’, Chad met the first man that he knew—­Hence Sturgill from Kingdom Come.  He was driving a wagon.

“Howdye, Hence!” said Chad, reining in.

“Whoa!” said Hence, pulling in and staring at Chad’s horse and at Chad from hat to spur.

“Don’t you know me, Hence?”

“Well, God—­I—­may—­die, if it ain’t Chad!  How air ye, Chad?  Goin’ up to ole Joel’s?”

“Yes.  How are things on Kingdom Come?”

Hence spat on the ground and raised one hand high over his head: 

“God—­I—­may—­die, if thar hain’t hell to pay on Kingdom Come.  You better keep offo’ Kingdom Come,” and then he stopped with an expression of quick alarm, looked around him into the bushes and dropped his voice to a whisper: 

“But I hain’t sayin’ a word—­rickollect now—­not a word!”

Chad laughed aloud.  “What’s the matter with you, Hence?”

Hence put one finger on one side of his nose—­still speaking in a low tone: 

“Whut’d I say, Chad?  D’I say one word?” He gathered up his reins.  “You rickollect Jake and Jerry Dillon?” Chad nodded.  “You know Jerry was al’ays a-runnin’ over Jake ‘cause Jake’ didn’t have good sense.  Jake was drapped when he was a baby.  Well, Jerry struck Jake over the head with a fence-rail ’bout two months ago, an when Jake come to, he had just as good sense as anybody, and now he hates Jerry like pizen, an Jerry’s half afeard of him.  An’ they do say a how them two brothers air a-goin’” Again Hence stopped abruptly and clucked to his team “But I ain’t a-sayin’ a word, now, mind ye—­not a word!”