My name is Frank Pennington.

I was born about forty miles north of Pendleton, but when I was six months old my parents went out on the plains, where I've hunted buffalo, and where I've fought Indians, too.

But I'm a Kentuckian by right of birth just as you are, and I asked to be assigned to the regiment raised in the region from which we came." "And mighty welcome you are, too," said Dick, offering his hand.

"You belong with us, and we'll stick together on this campaign." The two youths, one officer and one private, became fast friends in a moment.

Events move swiftly in war.