They were sharp-eyed, and if there were any enemies, in view, they would see them.
When they had reached the cabin where Dick had been made a prisoner by Gabe Gurley, they paused and rested a while, and Dick told Ben the story of his fight with the wolf.
They soon set out again, making an occasional inquiry and continued onward till they had gone several miles farther toward the north. Then they paused, held a council, and decided to turn to the left and go in the direction of Ninety-Six.
“It is likely,” said Dick, “that if Tom was captured by Tories, he would be taken to Ninety-Six, and so if we go in that direction, we may succeed in learning something regarding his whereabouts. We’ll inquire at all the settlers’ houses we come to.”
“That will be the best plan,” agreed Ben.
They headed westward, now, and walked at a moderate pace, keeping a sharp lookout around them, for they realized that every step they took in this direction led them deeper into the enemy’s country. The nearer they approached Ninety-Six, the more likely they would be to encounter parties of Indians, Tories or redcoats.
An hour or so later they came to a cabin in the woods, and knocked on the door. It was opened presently, by a woman of middle age, who looked at the youths somewhat wonderingly, and said: “How d’ye do?”
“Good afternoon, ma’am,” said Dick. “I wish to know if you have seen a party of Indians or British soldiers around here, any time to-day?”
“Ye’re rebels, hain’t ye?” the woman asked, a hard look coming over her face.
“No, we’re not rebels,” said Dick, guessing that the woman was a loyalist. “Will you kindly answer my question?”