Captain Wells rode back to camp chuckling--chuckling with satisfaction and pride; but the chuckle passed when he caught sight of his tent. In front of it were his lieutenants and some half a dozen privates, all plainly in great agitation, and in the midst of them stood the lank messenger who had brought the first message from Black Tom, delivering another from the same source. Black Tom _was_ coming, coming surer and unless that flag, that "Rebel rag," were hauled down under twenty-four hours, Black Tom would come over and pull it down, and to that same poplar hang "Captain Mayhall an' his whole damn army." Black Tom might do it anyhow--just for fun. While the privates listened the captain strutted and swore; then he rested his hand on his hip and smiled with silent sarcasm, and then swore again--while the respectful lieutenants and the awed soldiery of the Callahan looked on. Finally he spoke. "Ah--when did Black Tom say that?" he inquired casually. "Yestiddy mornin'. He said he was goin' to start over hyeh early this mornin'." The captain whirled. "What? Then why didn't you git over hyeh _this_ mornin'?" "Couldn't git across the river last night." "Then he's a-comin' to-day?" "I reckon Black Tom'll be hyeh in about two hours--mebbe he ain't fer away now." The captain was startled. "Lieutenant Skaggs," he called, sharply, "git yo' men out thar an' draw 'em up in two rows!" The face of the student of military tactics looked horrified. The captain in his excitement had relaxed into language that was distinctly agricultural, and, catching the look on his subordinate's face, and at the same time the reason for it, he roared, indignantly: "Air you afeer'd, sir? Git yo' men out, I said, an' march 'em up thar in front of the Gap. Lieutenant Boggs, take ten men and march at double quick through the Gap, an' defend that poplar with yo' life's blood. If you air overwhelmed by superior numbers, fall back, suh, step by step, until you air re-enforced by Lieutenant Skaggs. If you two air not able to hold the enemy in check, you may count on me an' the Army of the Callahan to grind _him_--" (How the captain, now thoroughly aroused to all the fine terms of war, did roll that technical "him" under his tongue)--"to grind him to pieces ag'in them towerin' rocks, and plunge him in the foilin' waters of Roarin' Fawk. Forward, suh--double quick." Lieutenant Skaggs touched his cap. Lieutenant Boggs looked embarrassed and strode nearer. "Captain, whar am I goin' to git ten men to face them Kanetuckians?" "Whar air they goin' to git a off'cer to lead 'em, you'd better say," said the captain, severely, fearing that some of the soldiers had heard the question. "If you air afeer'd, suh"--and then he saw that no one had heard, and he winked--winked with most unmilitary familiarity. "Air you a good climber, Lieutenant Boggs?" Lieutenant Boggs looked mystified, but he said he was.