“Who are you seeking?”
“I was going to the war office.”
“For what?”
“To see the Governor.”
“But why did you say ‘magazine’?”
“I deal in saltpeter.”
The clouds were lifting. The great cedars seemed to shudder now and then as a faint breeze stole through them. Then the full moon rolled out. The crows flapped away from the place when they heard voices.
“Let us go,” said the man. “For what are you waiting?”
There was a sound of horses’ feet. Dennis had seen the signal.