You are one of my boys, and I want you to go into Pinchbrook all taut and trim, with your colors flying." "We haven't time now; the train leaves in a few moments." "There will be another in an hour.

The folks are all well, and don't know you're coming; so they can afford to wait." Tom consented, and Captain Barney conducted him to several stores before he could find a ready-made uniform that would fit him; but at last they found one which had been made to order for an officer who was too sick to use it at present.

It was an excellent fit, and the young lieutenant was soon arrayed in the garments, with the symbolic straps on his shoulder.
"Bravo, Tom! You look like a new man.

There isn't a better looking officer in the service." Very likely the subject of this remark thought so too, as he surveyed himself in the full-length mirror.

The old uniform, with two bullet-holes in the breast of the coat, was done up in a bundle and sent to the express office, to be forwarded to Pinchbrook.