ards Bull
Run."

"Burnin' where they ought not to be," said Whitley--no gulf was yet
established between commissioned and non-commissioned officers in either
army. "Little Mac may be a great organizer, as they say, but you can
keep on organizin' an' organizin', until it's too late to do what you
want to do."

"It's a sound principle that you lay down, Mr. Whitley," said Warner
in his precise tones. "In fact, it may be reduced to a mathematical
formula. Delay is always a minus quantity which may be represented by
y. Achievement is represented by x, and, consequently, when you have
achievement hampered by delay you have x minus y, which is an extremely
doubtful quantity, often amounting to failure."

"I travel another road in my reckonin's," said Whitley, "I don't know
anything about x and y, but I guess you an' me, George, come to the same
place. It's been a full six weeks since Bull Run, an' we haven't done a
thing."

Whitley, despite their difference in rank, could not yet keep from
addressing the boys by their first names. But they took it as a matter
of course, in view of the fact that he was so much older than they and
vastly their superior in military knowledge.

"Dick," continued the sergeant, "what was it you was sayin' about a
cousin of yours from the same town in Kentucky bein' out there in the
Southern army?"

"He's certainly there," replied Dick, "if he wasn't killed in the
battle, which I feel couldn't have happened to a fellow like Harry.
We're from the same little town in Kentucky, Pendleton. He's descended
straight from one of the greatest Indian fighters, borderers and heroes
the country down there ever knew, Henry Ware, who afterwards became one
of the early governors of the State. And I'm descended from Henry Ware's
famous friend, Paul Cotter, who, in his time, was the greatest scholar
in all the West. Henry Ware and Paul Cotter were like the old Greek
friends, Damon and Pythias. Harry and I are proud to have their blood in
our veins. Besides being cousins, there are other things to make Harry
and me think a lot of each other. Oh, he's a grand fellow, even if he is
on the wrong side!"

Dick's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he spoke of the cousin and
comrade of his childhood.

"The chances of war bring about strange situations, or at least I have
heard so," said Warner. "Now, Dick, if you were to meet your cousin face
to face on the battlefield with a loaded gun in your hand what would you