But we are nearing Redlands, and Major Reed will, I have no doubt, corroborate my impressions.

He insists upon our staying at his house, although the poor old fellow, I imagine, can ill afford to entertain company.

But he will be offended if we refuse." "He is a friend of yours, then ?" asked Drummond.
"I fought against his division at Stony Creek," said Courtland grimly.
"He never tires of talking of it to me--so I suppose I am." A few moments later the train glided beside the Redlands platform.

As the two travelers descended a hand was laid on Courtland's shoulder, and a stout figure in the blackest and shiniest of alpaca jackets, and the whitest and broadest of Panama hats, welcomed him.

"Glad to see yo', cun'nel.