"But if he wishes it," said Jeanne to whom her father's lightest wish was law. "You will have to stay then. He knows best." "It won't be best for me to be away from him," said Bob, rebelliously. "I should imagine all sorts of things were happening to him." "Everybody who has a father or a brother in the army does that," said Jeanne sadly as she thought of Dick. "But we have to stand it, Bob, when the men and the boys will go to the war. I could not if I didn't think it was right. If Dick should be killed----" her voice faltered a little--"it would be a noble death. Admiral Farragut said that there was no nobler one than to die for one's country, and I should try not to grieve too much if he were to fall doing his duty." "I do wish you were a Southerner," said Bob impulsively. "You feel just like we do about those things. But, Jeanne, what if your brother had thought that we were right and had gone to our side? What would you do then?" "Dick couldn't do that," cried Jeanne. "Why the place where he was born and the way he was brought up would be against it. No; Dick couldn't be a rebel." "That's what I thought about Frank," said Bob, with bitterness. "That's one reason that I stick so close to dad. I have, or rather had, a brother too, Jeanne. But he broke dad's heart and mine by going to fight with the Yankees. Yet his place of birth and his raising were both against it. I will never forgive him," and the tears rolled down her cheeks. "And dad never will either." "But he is your brother," said Jeanne, pressing her hand. "If he thinks he is right, even if he does differ with you, he is still your brother." "Never," cried Bob, dashing the tears from her eyes. "I have no brother. Come, let's go to see the men drill." CHAPTER XX THE ARREST OF A SPY Jeanne soon accustomed herself to the life of the camp, but she did not grow fond of it as Bob was. By her gentle way and pleasant manners she became quite a favorite with Colonel Peyton, but Bob reigned supreme in the hearts of the men. She petted and scolded them as if they were her brothers, and Jeanne wondered when she saw how the strong men submitted to her least command. But the secret lay in the fact that the Southern girl adored the soldiers and they knew it. "It's the smartest regiment in the whole Confederacy," declared Bob with shining eyes to Jeanne one day. "I don't believe that there is another like it in the world." "Dick's regiment is very gallant," said Jeanne, a trifle wistfully. "It has been complimented publicly on account of its bravery." "Well, it can't beat the 'Die No Mores,'" said Bob. "The boys have been specially good this week. Dad said last night that not a man had been under arrest for five days. I always sing to them when that happens." "Do you sing, Bob?" "Yes; I have quite a good voice," said Bob in such a matter-of-fact way that the other girl smiled. "Do you?" "A little," acknowledged Jeanne. "Father used to like to hear me."