"That will depend very much," replied Butler, "upon the advice you may give us."
"You wish to get across here into Georgia?" continued Wat.
"By the route least liable to molestation," added the major.
"Let me see, Michael, Grindall's Ford is the best point to make: then there's Christie's, about three miles beyont."
"Just so," replied Lynch; "that will make about twenty-seven and three are thirty miles: an easy day's journey."
"In that case," said Adair, "if you know the road—doesn't Horse Shoe know it, sir?"
"I rather think not," answered Butler.
"Well, it's a little tangled, to be sure; but if you will wait in the morning until I look at my wolf trap, which is only a step off, I will go with you part of the way, just to see you through one or two cross paths: after that all is clear enough. You will have a long day before you, and, with good horses, not much to do."
"Are we likely to meet parties on the road?" asked Butler.
"Oh, Lord, sir, no chance of it," replied the woodman; "everything is drawing so to a head down below at Camden 'twixt Cornwallis and Gates, that we have hardly anything but old women left to keep the country free of Indians."