Even if it is not Bullen, it may be--unlikely as it seems--some other Englishman; but in any case, we could not allow an Englishman to be in the ranks." "I don't think there is any doubt about it, colonel," the major said.

"I have had a good look at him, several times, and could almost swear to his identity, well as he is got up." Lisle pursued the regular course of his work, in happy unconsciousness that any suspicion as to his identity entered the minds of his officers.

His spirits were now not forced; the fatiguing marches, the night pickets, and the pressure of his duty so occupied his thoughts that he had little time to dwell upon his loss.

It was now three months since his father had died, and yet it seemed to him in the far distance, so much had happened since.
Occasionally he thought with disgust that, when this was all over, he must return to England to the uncle he had never seen, and become a schoolboy, spending his days in study; and perhaps, in the end, fail to pass his examination.

He would be a stranger amongst strangers.