"Because there is one region up among those hills which is exactly fitted for them; and from which you couldn't drive them out with a thousand men. That's why!"
"Good. That sounds as if it might be the place they would select. How far is it from here, as you would travel afoot."
"A matter of thirty miles."
"Now, can you draw me a plan of that region?"
"I kin."
"And how to get there?"
"I kin."
"And are there caverns there? Do you suppose those people are hiding and making their headquarters in caves?"
"Yes, to both questions. The hills round that 'ere region are honeycombed with caves. Some of 'em is big, and some of 'em is little; but there's a lot of 'em there."
"Good; and you know them well enough to give me a working plan of them? What a sailor would call a chart?"