The Forest Runners by Joseph A. Altsheler
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The next morning the train resumed its march in peace and safety.
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It was a month later, and spring had fully come. Once more the vast
wilderness was in deep green, and little wild flowers sprang up here and
there where the sun could reach them. Two youths, unusually alert in face
and figure, were loading pack horses with heavy brown sacks filled to
bursting.
"This powder has kept dry and good all through the winter," said the
larger of the youths.
"Yes, Henry," replied the other, "and we are lucky to come back here and
be able to take it into Marlowe, after all."
Henry Ware laughed. It was a low, satisfied laugh.
"We have certainly been through many trials, Paul," he said; "but, with
Tom, Sol, and Jim, we bore our part in turning the allied tribes back from
the great war trail."
Paul Cotter's face was illumined.
"Kentucky is saved," he said, "and I shall be happy all my life because of
the knowledge that we helped."
"It is surely a pleasant thought," said Henry.
Then they whistled to their loaded horses, and marched away through the
greenwood, this time to reach Marlowe in safety.
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