schoolmates were mostly in this regiment.

When the regiment arrived at Richmond, Owen had not time to visit his
father; for the troops were instantly ordered to Manassas, and he
enrolled himself without discovering that his friend was not in the
ranks. He was too sick to come with his comrades; "wrote letter to Allan"
was a frequent entry in the diary, until June 18, 1862, when this record
appears: "Allan joined the regiment to-day; has been sick about a year;
is very well now; he is a handsome fellow. Sue shall be his wife, if I
can bring it about; they have kept up a correspondence for three years;
she never saw him, but she will like him."

"All right!" exclaimed Somers, as he closed the book, and put it in his
pocket. "I am Allan Garland. Don't think I shall marry Sue, though,
whoever she may be. I wonder if Lilian Ashford would object. I don't know
as she would. Never mind; I am a soldier of the Fourth Alabama, Colonel
Jones, just now. How are you, Allan Garland?"

He walked along towards the rebel lines, feeling in his pockets for
further revelations. An old letter from Allan Garland rewarded his
search. He spoke tenderly of Sue, who was Owen's sister.

"Sue wouldn't think I'm very handsome just now," said Somers, glancing at
his dirty hands, and imagining his dirty face, as he continued to
advance.

CHAPTER X

ALLAN GARLAND AND FRIENDS

Allan Garland, _nee_ Somers, advanced confidently towards the rebel
line. As he was to perform the leading part in the exciting drama about
to be acted, he conducted himself with the utmost caution. Everything
depended upon the amount of impudence he could bring to bear upon the
case before him, and the skill with which he personated the part he had
chosen. He knew of nothing, short of falling on the Fourth Alabama, which
could disconcert him. Even if he did, there were only a few who knew the
captured scout; and his chances were fair, even if the worst should
befall him.

"Stand!" said a rebel sentinel on the breastwork of the line. "Who goes
there?"

"Friend," replied Somers confidently.

"What's your name?"

"Allan Garland. Can you tell me where the Fourth Alabama is?"

"About four miles from here. Do you belong to the Fourth Alabama?"

"Well, I did before I was captured; I don't know where I belong now."

"Where d'ye come from?"

"Just got away from the Yankees. They gobbled me up about three weeks
ago."

"Bully for you! Come in; you can report t