We'll be coming, always coming." "All right, old Sober Sides, we won't quarrel about it.

We'll let time settle it.

Here come some friends of mine whom I want you to know.
Curious that you should meet them at such a time." Two other young lieutenants in gray uniforms at the head of burial parties came near in the course of their work, and Harry called to them.
"Tom! Arthur! A moment, please! This is my cousin, Dick Mason, a Yankee, though I think he's honest in his folly.

Dick, this is Arthur St.Clair, and this is Tom Langdon, both friends of mine from South Carolina." They shook hands warmly.

There was no animosity between them.