The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 1 Page 26

Horse. The Major is there.”

“Poundridge lies to the east of Bedford?”

“Yes, sir, about five miles.”

“Where is the map, Loskiel?”

Again I drew it from my hunting shirt; we examined it, and Hays pointed out the two routes.

Boyd looked up at Hays absently, and said: “Do you know Luther Kinnicut?”

This time all the colour fled the man’s face, and it was some moments before the sudden, unreasoning rush of terror in that bruised mind had subsided sufficiently for him to compose his thoughts. Little by little, however, he came to himself again, dimly conscious that he trusted us — perhaps the