He knew that a young lieutenant must not stay too long in the presence of a commanding general and he quickly rejoined Warner and Pennington.
"How's the old man ?" asked Pennington, with the familiarity of youth, which was not disrespectful in the absence of the "old man." "'Pap' Thomas is looking well," replied Dick.

"I fancy that his digestion was never better.

He did not act in a belligerent way, but I think he's hunting for a fight." "Since you and Warner and I have arrived he can begin it." "I think it's coming," said Dick earnestly.

"Often you can feel when things are moving to some end, and I'm sure that we'll measure strength again with Bragg before the autumn has gone far." The valley in which the camp lay was green and beautiful, and a deep, clear little river from the mountains, ran rushing, through it.

The three lads lay on their blankets near the bank and listened to the musical sweep of the stream.