certainly must be a brave soldier," exclaimed both boys,
impressed at sight of the scar, their voices softened by fervent
admiration.

"Yes, I kep' up with the bes' of 'em," he said, with a pleased smile.

Suddenly a horn began to blow, "toot--toot--toot," as if all the
"Millindys" in the world were being summoned. It was so near the boys
that it quite startled them.

"That's for the deserters, now," they both exclaimed.

Their friend looked calmly up and down the road, both ways.

"Them rascally conscrip'-guard been tellin' you all that, to gi' 'em
some excuse for keepin' out o' th' army theyselves--that's all. Th'
ain' gwine ketch no deserters any whar in all these parts, an' you kin
tell 'em so. I'm gwine down thar an' see what that horn's a-blowin'
fur; hit's somebody's dinner horn, or somp'n'," he added, rising and
taking up his game-bag.

"Can't we go with you?" asked the boys.

"Well, nor, I reckon you better not," he drawled; "thar's some right
bad dogs down thar in the pines,--mons'us bad; an' I's gwine cut
through the woods an' see ef I can't pick up a squ'rr'l, gwine 'long,
for the ole 'ooman's supper, as I got to go 'way to-night or
to-morrow; she's mighty poorly."

"Is she poorly much?" asked Willy, greatly concerned. "We'll get mamma
to come and see her to-morrow, and bring her some bread."

"Nor, she ain' so sick; that is to say, she jis' poorly and 'sturbed
in her mind. She gittin' sort o' old. Here, y' all take these
squ'rr'ls," he said, taking the squirrels from his old game-bag and
tossing them at Willy's feet. Both boys protested, but he insisted.
"Oh, yes; I kin get some mo' fur her.

"Y' all better go home. Well, good-bye, much obliged to you," and he
strolled off with his gun in the bend of his arm, leaving the boys to
admire and talk over his courage.

They turned back, and had gone about a quarter of a mile, when they
heard a great trampling of horses behind them. They stopped to listen,
and in a little while a squadron of cavalry came in sight. The boys
stepped to one side of the road to wait for them, eager to tell the
important information they had received from their friend, that there
were no deserters in that section. In a hurried consultation they
agreed not to tell that they had been hunting deserters themselves, as
they knew the soldiers would only have a laugh at their expense.

"Hello, boys, what luck?" called the officer in the lead, in a
friendly manner.

They told