"He never had a tenth part as much money before in his life, and he does not know how to use it. He will be the captain of a Home Guard as soon as he can enlist the men, and the people on his side of the question at the village have begun to call him 'Captain Lyon,' or 'Captain Titus.'" "Sandy told me that he, his father, and Orly had been drilling for three months with an old soldier who was in the Mexican War," added Deck. "There comes Artie in one of the boats." "Where is he going?" asked Noah. "I'm sure I don't know; Artie don't always tell where he is going," answered Deck. His cousin, whom he regarded and treated as his brother, was pulling a very handsome keel boat leisurely up the creek. The colonel appeared to have had some aquatic tastes, for at a kind of pier half-way between the bridge and the river were a sailboat and two row-boats, all of which were kept in excellent condition. In places the river was wide enough to allow the use of a boat with a sail, and the colonel had had some skill in managing one; but neither Noah nor his boys could handle such a craft, and it was never used. The creek extended back some ten miles through a flat, swampy region, and Deck and Artie had explored it almost to its source in some low hills not a dozen miles from the Mammoth Cave. Like most boys, they were fond of boats, and nothing but the forbidding command of the planter prevented them from experimenting with the Magnolia, as the sailboat was called by the colonel. If the boys had explored Bar Creek to its source, they would have discovered that it came out of the numerous "sinks" to be found in this portion of the country, and streams flowed in subterranean channels which honeycombed the earth at a greater or less depth below the surface. "What are you up to, Deck?" shouted Artie, as he approached the bridge. "Nothing particular," replied the one on the bridge. "Where are you going?" "Up the creek," answered Artie very indefinitely. "Can't you go with me? It is easier for two to row this boat than for one." "I don't want to go now," returned Deck, who was too much interested in the conversation with his father to leave him. "You may go with him if you want to, Dexter," interposed Mr. Lyon. "I don't care about going now, father. Do you suppose Uncle Titus has really bought the arms and things as mother says?" asked Deck. "Your aunt is very much worried about the actions of your uncle. I suppose he told her what he had done, for she would not make up such a story out of whole cloth. Besides, it seems to be in keeping with a dozen other things he has done; and he is certainly doing all he can to raise a company in Barcreek," replied Mr. Lyon. "Isn't it strange that he never says anything to you about politics, especially such as we are having now?" asked the son.