"The old man, where we lodged last night, said in his broken tongue, that we had but to go over to Malmoe, or some such place as that, where there is a big camp, and walk up to an officer and say we wish to enlist." "Oh, that is all very well," the other grumbled; "but, if he did not understand us, we should be no better off than before." "Are you wanting to enlist ?" Harry said, going up to them.
The men gave an exclamation of pleasure, at being addressed in their own tongue.
"That we do, sir.

If you can put us in the way, we shall be grateful." "That I can do easily," Harry said.

"My father is raising a company of Scotch and Englishmen, for the regiment commanded by Colonel Jamieson.

This will be far better than joining a Swedish company, where no one will understand your language, and you will not be able to make out the orders given.

My father will give each man who joins a free outfit." "That is the very thing for us, sir.