ent, and then his words seemed to
have no necessary relation to those of Jack Irons.

"General Arnold has been badly cut up in many battles," said he. "I
wish him to be relieved of all trying details. You are an able and
prudent man. I shall make you his chief aide with the rank of
Brigadier-General. He needs rest and will concern himself little with
the daily routine. In my absence, you will be the superintendent of
the camp, and subject to orders I shall leave with you. Colonel Binkus
will be your helper. I hope that you may be able to keep yourself on
friendly terms with the General."

Jack reported to the Commander-in-Chief the warning of Thornhill, but
the former made light of it.

"The air is full of evil gossip," he said. "You may hear it of me."

When they rode up to headquarters Arnold was there. To Jack's surprise
the Major-General greeted him with friendly words, saying:

"I hope to know you better for I have heard much of your courage and
fighting quality."

"There are good soldiers here," said Jack. "If I am one of them it is
partly because I have seen you fight. You have given all of us the
inspiration of a great example."

It was a sincere and deserved tribute.

On the third of August--the precise date named by Henry
Thornhill--Arnold took command of the camp and Irons assumed his new
duties. The Major-General rode with Washington every day until, on the
fourteenth of September, the latter set out with three aides and
Colonel Binkus on his trip to Connecticut. Solomon rode with the party
for two days and then returned. Thereafter Arnold left the work of his
office to Jack and gave his time to the enjoyment of the company of his
wife and a leisure that suffered little interruption. For him, grim
visaged war had smoothed his wrinkled front. Like Richard he had hung
up his bruised arms. The day of Washington's departure, Mrs. Arnold
invited Jack to dinner. The young man felt bound to accept this
opportunity for more friendly relations.

Mrs. Arnold was a handsome, vivacious, blonde young woman of thirty.
The officer speaks in a letter of her lively talk and winning smiles
and splendid figure, well fitted with a costume that reminded him of
the court ladies in France.

"What a contrast to the worn, patched uniforms to be seen in that
camp!" he added.

Soon after the dinner began, Mrs. Arnold said to the young man, "We
have heard of your romance. Colonel and Mrs. Hare and their