He remounted in the road and rode a few paces nearer to Pendleton,
which still lay silent in the white moonlight. He had no doubt now that
many of the people had fled like his mother. Most of the houses must be
closed and shuttered like hers. That was why the town was so silent.
He would have been glad to see Dr. Russell and old Judge Kendrick and
others again, but it would have been risky to go into the center of the
place, and it would have been a breach, too, of the faith that Colonel
Winchester had put in him.
He crushed the wish and turned away. Then he saw the white walls of
Colonel Kenton's house shining upon a hill among the pines beyond the
town. He was quite sure that it would be deserted, and there was no harm
in passing it. He knew it as well as his own home. He and Harry had
played in every part of it, and it was, in truth, a second home to him.
He rode slowly along the road which led to the quiet house. Colonel
Kenton had all the instincts so strong in the Kentuckians and Virginians
of his type. A portion of his wealth had been devoted to decoration and
beauty.
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