CHAPTER XIII.
THE BATTLE OF BULL RUN.
"Tumble out! Tumble out!" shouted the sergeant, who was in the mess with the soldiers we have introduced.

"Reveille! Don't you hear it ?" "But it isn't morning," growled Ben Lethbridge.
"I haven't been asleep more than an hour or two," snarled Fred Pemberton.
"Shut up your heads, and turn out!" said the sergeant.
It was the morning of the eventful twenty-first of July, and it was only two o'clock when the regiment was roused from its slumbers; but there was no great hardship in this fact, for most of the men had been sleeping the greater portion of the time during the preceding two days.

Tom Somers was ready to take his place in the line in a few moments.
"Come, fellows, hurry up," said he to his tardy companions.

"The time has come, and, I tell you, there'll be music before many hours." "Where are we going, Tom?
Have you any idea ?" asked Fred.
"Going down to Manassas Junction, I suppose.

That's where the rebels are." "Do you suppose we shall get into a fight ?" asked Ben.
"I don't know; I hope so." "So do I," returned Ben, faintly; "but I don't like to be broke of my rest in this way." Tom, full of excited anticipations in regard to the events of the day, laughed heartily at this reply, and left the tent.