soldiers!" cried a little lisping fellow, one of
the privates. "I only wish thome Southerners would come along now, and
you'd thee how I'd _thmash_ 'em."

"Bravo, Louie!" said Harry, laughing; "I dare say, if we were to go to
the wars, you'd keep on fighting the battles of your country till you
were chopped into inch bits!"

"And pickled! I expect to be made Lieutenant-general,
Commander-in-chief, Colonel, Major, Captain, Lieutenant, Sergeant
Hamilton at the very least!"

"Pooh! that's nothing to the feats of bravery I intend to perform!"
cried Peter. "In my first battle I shall capture a 2,000-pound
columbiad with one hand tied behind me, and carry it home for a paper
weight!"

"While I'm charging a regiment of mounted infantry single handed, and
making them throw away their swords, and pistols, and things, and run
for that 'last ditch' of theirs double quick!" said Will Costar,
laughing; "but here comes breakfast, I'm happy to say. It strikes me
camping out makes a fellow awful hungry, as well as no end of brave."

A servant who had been sent from the house with breakfast materials, now
approached, and the table being laid, the soldiers drew their camp
stools around it; Colonel Freddy sitting at the head and pouring out
coffee with great gravity. Everything was going on smoothly enough, when
Harry tilted the tray on one side, and Charley knocked his elbow on the
other, and away went the coffee to the very end of the table!

"Charley," exclaimed the Colonel, severely, "what do you mean, sir? I'll
have you put in arrest if you don't look out!"

"Who'll put me there?"

"Me!" shouted Peter. "I'm the boy to manage refractories. You'll see how
I will come after you with a sharp stick--bayonet, I mean--and put you
in arrest like that!" snapping his fingers.

"By the way, when we've caught our rebels, where is the prison to be?"
asked Jimmy.

"Why, in the smoke house. There's a patent spring bolt on the
door--father had it fixed the last time we had hams made; and if anybody
was once in there, they'd never get out in the world, unless they could
draw themselves fine like a wire and squeeze through the chimney."

"We'll take care to keep out of it, then!" said Charley; "so, Colonel, I
beg pardon for tilting the biggin--I didn't mean to do it so
much--really!"

"I, too!" cried Harry; "shake hands, old chap!"

Good-tempered Freddy, always ready to "make up," caught a hand of each
of his comrades, and breakfast w