"I'm not cut out for oratory, but I certainly accept right now your invitation to come.

I'll sit on the stage with Dick and the Johnny Reb, his cousin Harry, and I'll smile and smile and applaud and applaud, and after it's all over I'll choose a few of your picked youth of New England, take 'em out west with me, teach 'em how to rope cattle, how to trail stray steers and how to take care of themselves in a blizzard.

Oh, I'll make men of 'em, I will! Now, what is that on the high hill to the south ?" The three put their glasses to their eyes and saw a man on horseback waving a flag.

The head of the horse was turned toward some hill farther south, and the man was evidently making signals to another patrol there.
"A Johnny," said Pennington.

"I suppose they're sending the word on toward Early that we're passing." "From hill to hill," said Dick.