Hooker was of the party, and was the one man in whom he could partly confide, and obtain a disguise.

He at once made his way to the commissary wagons--one of which he knew Hooker used as a tent.

Hastily telling him that he wished to visit the pickets without recognition, he induced him to lend him his slouched hat and frock coat, leaving with him his own distinguishing tunic, hat, and sword.

He resisted the belt and pistols which Hooker would have forced upon him.

As he left the wagon he was amusedly conscious that his old companion was characteristically examining the garments he had left behind with mingled admiration and envy.