They were soon friends, for the best people understand each other the easiest, and the grim old warrior loved the miner boy as if he were at once his son and his angel.

He was very anxious about his regiment.

He said the officers were mostly honest men, he believed, but how they might be doing without him, or what they might resolve, in ignorance of the real state of affairs, and exposed to every misrepresentation, who could tell?
Curdie proposed that he should send for the major, offering to be the messenger.

The colonel agreed, and Curdie went--not without his mattock, because of the dogs.
But the officers had been told by the master of the horse that their colonel was dead, and although they were amazed he should be buried without the attendance of his regiment, they never doubted the information.

The handwriting itself of their colonel was insufficient, counteracted by the fresh reports daily current, to destroy the lie.
The major regarded the letter as a trap for the next officer in command, and sent his orderly to arrest the messenger.