Poor Hal by turns wept and glowed with enthusiasm, as he dwelt on the praise of his friend, while the mother's heart welled with deep thankfulness at the mercy which had so spared and honored her boy.
Many and many a time was Hal Hutchings forced to tell over his story to auditors of all ages and conditions.

The Fairport Guard, formally assembled, demanded the right of a relation especially for them.

Every young heart beat high, and every eye flashed with kindling pride in their brave commander, and each one resolved to be, like him, an honor to his home and country.

Like Lycurgus, their leader had given his laws, then left his followers to be faithful until his return.

Anew they pledged themselves to keep their pure code, and strive to be a body which Blair Robertson the patriot would not be ashamed to command.
Hal Hutchings meekly bore the reflected honors that were thrust upon him, and well understood that it was his connection with the absent Fairport boy which made him such an object of interest.