He wept again, and his tears seemed to come from deeper down than his eyes.

He did not hear the inspiring strains of the band, or the cheers that greeted the company as they went forth to do and die for their country's imperilled cause.
"Blubbering again, Tom ?" sneered Ben Lethbridge.

"I thought you was more of a man than that, Tom Somers." "I can't help it, Ben," replied Tom, vainly struggling to subdue his emotions.
"Better go back, then.

We don't want a great baby in the ranks." "It's nateral, Ben," said old Hapgood.

"He'll get over it when he sees the rebels." "Don't believe he will.