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hospital ever since? And now you are to fill Lieutenant Coghill’s place ?” . ed thing I must say, and [ hope you'll take it in good part. and. set 1t down to the friendship and gratitude | fee! for | had an object in getting me to talk about the army that — night. You are well educated, and a gentleman, and fel. lows of that stamp don’t generally enlist. When they do : Sioux out on Bull Creek. I might have guessed it.” oO) met a “Have you, though?” cried. Lieutenant Dimsdale. “Well, you certainly deserve it. And you're in Troop A, 120. sag dai’ an Old se ny morning. IJ saw by the paper that you were all right. we ee would have stayed if I could I : “Yes, I see. It’s pretty clear why you wanted to cet 9 away. So you went straight off and enlisted, and Pll bet what I said during our conversation had a good deal to do with By Jove! you're the Osborne they've been talking about. You're the same fellow who behaved so pluckily at Chamberlain, and fired the first shot at the rr “Yes, ’'m the man,’ admitted Linn. “J don’t think it was much to boast of, but I’ve just been made a: corporal “a os . ‘ s * A = - ‘oe - ° hee ns - - ok a : . ee ee a eee ee ee ee ee ne Why, that’s my own troop. I’m awfully glad of it. Well see a lot of each other in a way ¢ “You belong to Troop A?” cried Linn, a light suddenly breaking on him. “Then you’re the officer who brought the new recruits to Chamberlain, and has been laid up in > ne Yes, temporarily,’ replied Lieutenant Dimsdale. “But it will be long enough to see some active service, [’m thinking. I would like to have a long talk with you, Os- borne, but I’m afraid there’s no chance of it now. One _ Sy * rs ; { s : , . “~. ye —s 7. you. May I speak freely?” “Of course,” said Linn. “Well, then, Osborne, it’s just this. I see now that you — ‘Ane it is for one of two reasons—either they get in a paternal” row and run oye from home, or they are under a darker . oe e€om chook: aC