“It is true,” she said, “it is he over again.  The eyes are his, and the mouth and the nose are the same.  This house is yours while you choose to remain, and my grandchildren and my great-grandson will do for you whatever you wish.”

Dick noticed that her grammar and intonation were perfect.  Many of the Virginians and Marylanders who emigrated to Kentucky in that far-off border time were people of cultivation and refinement.

After these words of welcome she turned from him, sat down in her chair and gazed steadily into the coals.  Everything about her seemed to float away.  Doubtless her thoughts ran on those dim early days, when the Indians lurked in the canebrake and only the great borderers stood between the settlers and sure death.

Dick began to gather from the old woman’s words a dim idea of what had occurred.  Harry Kenton must have passed there, and as they went into the next room where food and coffee were placed before them, Jarvis explained.

“Your cousin, Harry Kenton, came through here last spring on his way to Virginia,” he said.  “He came with me an’ this lunkhead, Ike, all the way from Frankfort and mostly up the Kentucky River.  Grandmother was dreaming and she took him at first for Henry Ware, his very self.  She saluted him and called him the great governor.  It was a wonderful thing to see, and it made me feel just a little bit creepy for a second or two.  Mebbe you an’ your cousin, Harry Kenton, are Henry Ware an’ Paul Cotter, their very selves come back to earth.  It looks curious that both of you should wander to this little place hid deep in the mountains.  But it’s happened all the same.  I s’pose you’ve just been moved ’round that way by the Supreme Power that’s bigger than all of us, an’ that shifts us about to suit plans made long ago.  But how I’m runnin’ on!  Fall to, friends—­I can’t call you strangers, an’ eat an’ drink.  The winter air on the mountains is powerful nippin’ an’ your blood needs warmin’ often.”

The boys and the sergeant obeyed him literally and with energy.  Jarvis sat by approvingly, taking an occasional bite or drink with them.  Meanwhile they gathered valuable information from him.  A Northern commander named Garfield had defeated the Southern forces under Humphrey Marshall in a smart little battle at a place called Middle Creek.  Dick knew this Humphrey Marshall well.  He lived at Louisville and was a great friend of his uncle, Colonel Kenton.  He had been a brilliant and daring cavalry officer in the Mexican War, doing great deeds at Buena Vista, but now he was elderly and so enormously stout that he lacked efficiency.

Jarvis added that after their defeat at Middle Creek the Southerners had gathered their forces on or near the Cumberland River about Mill Spring and that they had ten thousand men.  Thomas with a strong Northern force, coming all the way from the central part of the state, was already deep in the mountains, preparing to meet him.