"I think we are justified in protecting our own interests; but, though I despise Abraham Lincoln, I cannot raise my hand against the old Stars and Stripes." "Oh, there is no danger that you will be forced into the Confederate army. We are only organizing a Home Guard now; if we raise troops for the South, that will be another thing." "When do you meet again?" asked Harry. "To-morrow night; we go into camp next week in real earnest." "Where?" "On Wolf Creek, about three or four miles away, between here and the Twin Mountains." "Where do you meet to-morrow night?" "At the school-house on the road between here and Twin Mountains." "I will be there," said Harry. As Williams walked away, a young man who had been observing the two with keen interest, approached Harry and said: "I can tell what you and Seth Williams were talking about." "I will give you three guesses, Abner," said Harry, laughing. "He was trying to persuade you to enlist in the Home Guards." "That was just it," replied Harry. "Don't do it, Harry, or you will repent it. I tell you the name Home Guard is only a cover, and every one who enlists will be in the Confederate army in three months. Unless you mean to take up arms against your country, keep clear of the Home Guard." "I don't want to fight in Lincoln's army, nor do I want to enter the confederate ranks, so I thought the Home Guards would be the place for me." "Don't you enlist," said Abner Tompkins, "or you will repent it." As Harry walked away, Mr. Diggs came along, his short legs, in rapid motion, resembling the thick spokes of a wheelbarrow, and his head inclined backward at an angle of forty-five degrees, and his glasses, as usual, on his nose, and his little fat hands thrust deep into his pockets. "Hold on, Diggs!" said Abner. "I want to speak to you." "Hem, hem, hem!" began Mr. Diggs. "Good morning, Mr. Tompkins. Well--hem--I am--that is, I am--hem--glad to see you. I was just going to have my man drive me out to your house. Have a little important business with--that is with one member of your family, he--he he!" "Diggs, I hear that you have enlisted in the Confederate army; is it so?" asked Abner, abruptly. "Well, sir, I expect--that is, I apprehend, my dear sir, that--you--perhaps are correctly informed." "Why, Diggs, what in the world do you mean?" asked Abner. "Oh, our country is too large; should be divided. We intend to build up a vast Southern empire. The North has always trampled on our rights, and it is time for us to resist."