Captain Barney then walked with him to a military furnishing store, where a cap, sword, belt, and sash, were purchased.

For some reason which he did not explain, the captain retained the sword himself, but Tom was duly invested with the other accoutrements.
Our hero felt "pretty good," as he walked down to the station with his friend; but he looked splendidly in his new outfit, and we are willing to excuse certain impressible young ladies, who cast an admiring glance at him as he passed down the street.

It was not Tom's fault that he was a handsome young man; and he was not responsible for the conduct of those who chose to look at him.
With a heart beating with wild emotion, Tom stepped out of the cars at Pinchbrook.

Here he was compelled to undergo the penalty of greatness.

His friends cheered him, and shook his hand till his arm ached.
Captain Barney's wagon was at the station, and before going to his own home, he drove Tom to the little cottage of his father.