The fight stopped immediately, all scrambling for the much coveted weed.
Before the supply was exhausted their good humor was restored and the fight forgotten.
On arriving in New York the volunteers scattered in every direction.
Paul and his friend the Count started for his home.

Their odd uniforms and equipments attracted much curiosity and comment.

At this time, Paul's mother and elder brother owned a store on Broadway near Thirteenth street, and when he entered in his French uniform, his mother did not know him.

On recognizing him she almost fainted.

She had been told nothing about his being in the French army and believed he was off on one of his usual voyages.