Do you by chance happen to have left two of those delightful cigarettes ?" "Just two, Leonidas, one for you and one for me, and now is a chance to smoke 'em." The young lieutenants drew to one side while the two old friends smoked and compared notes.

They did not smoke, but they compared notes also, as they rested on the turf.

The rain had ceased and the grass was dry.

They saw through the twilight the dark mass of the Massanuttons, the extreme southern end, and Happy Tom Langdon waved his hand toward the mountain, like one who salutes a friend.
"Good old mountain," he said.

"You've been a buffer between us and the enemy more than once, but it took a mind like Stonewall Jackson's to keep moving you around so you would stand between the armies of the enemy and make the Yankees fight, only one army at a time." "You're right," said Harry, who was enjoying the deep luxury of rest.