"By the way, that young Vermont friend of yours, Warner, is to be on my staff also, and it is very likely that you and he will go on many errands together." "Can't we take Sergeant Whitley with us sometimes ?" asked Dick boldly.
"So you can," replied the colonel, laughing a little.

"I've noticed that man, and I've a faint suspicion that he knows more about war than any of us civilian officers." "It's our task to learn as much as we can from these old regulars," said a Major Hertford, a man of much intelligence and good humor, who, previous to the war, had been a lawyer in a small town.

Alan Hertford was about twenty-five and of fine manner and appearance.
"Well spoken, Major Hertford," said the thoughtful miner, Colonel Newcomb.

"Now, Dick, you can go, and remember that we are to start for Washington early in the morning and take a train there for the north.

It will be the duty of Lieutenant Warner and yourself, as well as others, to see that our men are ready to the last shoe for the journey." Dick and Warner were so much elated that they worked all that night, and they did not hesitate to go to Sergeant Whitley for advice or instruction.