I'm a little shaky on my history, but I've an impression that when Cromwell, the Ironsides, old Praise-God-Barebones, and the rest knelt, said a few words to their God, sang a little and advanced with their pikes, they went wherever they intended to go and that Prince Rupert and all the Cavaliers could not stop them." "It is so," said the other gravely.

"A man who believes thoroughly in his God, who is not afraid to die, who, in fact, rather favors dying on the field, is an awful foe to meet in battle." "We may have some of the same on our side," said Colonel Newcomb.

"We have at least a great Puritan population from which to draw." One of the generals gave the signal and the balloon was slowly pulled down.

Dick, grateful for his experience, thanked Colonel Newcomb and rejoined his comrades..