He stopped in front of us and gasped: "Hurrah! we're going--going to the United States, fellows." "What's up ?" demanded "Stump." "The 'Dixie'-- " "Yes ?" "She's to relieve us, and we are ordered to Key West and then to New York.

We're going--" "Rats!" broke in "Hay," in disgust.

"You can't give us any game like that.

It's a rumor, my boy.

We're never going home.