Then in my dreams my friends I spy-- Once more are they my own. I cease to murmur and to cry, For then 'tis sure to be that I Forget I am alone. 'Tis hence I think that sleep's the best Of friends that man has got-- Not only does it bring him rest But makes him feel that he is blest With blessings he has not." "Why didn't you go to sleep if you felt that way?" said Jimmieboy. "I wanted to find you and I hadn't time. There was only time for me to scratch that poem off on my mind and start to find you and Bludgeyboy," replied the major. "His name isn't Bludgeyboy," said Jimmieboy, with a smile. "It's Bludgeonhead." "Oh, yes, I forgot," said the major. "It's a good name, too, Bludgeonpate is." "How did you come to be captured by Fortyforefoot?" asked Jimmieboy, after he had decided not to try to correct the major any more as to Bludgeonhead's name. "There you go again!" cried the major, angrily. "The idea of a miserable ogre like Fortyforefoot capturing me, the most sagacitacious soldier of modern times. I suppose you think I fell into one of his game traps?" "That's what he said," said Jimmieboy. "He said you acted in a very curious way, too--promised him all sorts of things if he'd let you go." "That's just like those big, bragging giants," said the major. "The idea! why he didn't capture me at all. I came here of my own free will and accord." "What? Down here into this pantry and into the ice-chest? Oh, come now, major. You can't fool me," said Jimmieboy. "That's nonsense. Why should you want to come here?" "To meet you, of course," retorted the major. "That's why. I knew it was part of your scheme to come here. You and I were to be put into the pantry and then old Bludgeyhat was to come and rescue us. I was the one to make the scheme, wasn't I?" "No. It was Bludgeonhead," said Jimmieboy, who didn't know whether to believe the major or not. "That's just the way," said the major, indignantly, "he gets all the credit just because he's big and I don't get any, and yet if you knew of all the wild animals I've killed to get here to you, how I met Fortyforefoot and bound him hand and foot and refused to let him go unless he would permit me to spend a week in his ice-chest, for the sole and only purpose that I wished to meet you again, you'd change your mind mighty quick about me." "You bound Fortyforefoot? A little two-inch fellow like you?" said Jimmieboy. "Why not?" asked the major. "Did you ever see me in a real sham battle?" "No, I never did," said Jimmieboy. "Well, you'd better never," returned the major, "unless you want to be frightened out of your wits. I have been called the living telescope, sir, because when I begin to fight, in the fiercest manner possible, I sort of lengthen out and sprout up into the air until I am taller than any foe within my reach." "Really?" queried Jimmieboy, with a puzzled air about him. "Do you doubt it?" asked the major.