senator, and taking the heavy pistols from the holsters, thrust them in
the pockets of his coat. Then he dropped lightly from the porch and
lay for a few moments in the darkness and on the wet ground, absolutely
still.

A strange thrill ran through Harry Kenton when his body touched the
damp earth. The contact seemed to bring to him strength and courage.
Doubts fled away. He would succeed in the trial. He could not possibly
fail. His great-grandfather, Henry Ware, had been a renowned borderer
and Indian fighter, one of the most famous in all the annals of Kentucky,
gifted with almost preternatural power, surpassing the Indians
themselves in the lore and craft of forest and trail. It was said too,
that the girl, Lucy Upton, who became Henry Ware's wife and who was
Harry's great-grandmother, had received this same gift of forest
divination. His own first name had been given to him in honor of that
redoubtable great-grandfather.

Now all the instincts of Harry's famous ancestors became intensely alive
in him. The blood of those who had been compelled for so many years to
watch and fight poured in a full tide through his veins. His bearing
became sharper, his eyes saw through the darkness like those of a cat,
and a certain sixth sense, hitherto a dormant instinct which would warn
of danger, came suddenly to life.

Two parallel rows of honeysuckle bushes ran back some distance to a
vegetable garden. He reckoned that the mountaineers would be hiding
behind these, and therefore he turned away to the right, where dwarf
pines, clipped into cones, grew as on the front lawn. The grass,
helped by a wet spring, had grown already to a height of several inches,
and Harry was surprised at the ease with which he drew his body through
it. Every inch of garment upon him was soaked with rain, but he took no
thought of the fact. He felt a certain fierce joy in the wildness of
night and storm, and he was ready to defy any number of mountaineers.

The sixth and new sense suddenly gave warning and he lay flat in the
wet grass just under one of the pines. Then he saw three men rise from
their shelter behind a honeysuckle bush, walk forward, and stand in a
group talking about ten feet behind him. Although they were not visible
from the house he saw them clearly enough. One of them was Skelly
himself, and all three were of villainous face. Straining his ear he
could hear what they said and now he was very glad indeed that he