By this time all the diners had gone except one, a civilian, sitting in the farthest corner of the room. The land-lady had again begun to talk about the Canadians, when the civilian suddenly interrupted sneeringly "The Canadians! what good are they? An expense to the country. What have they done? If I had my way I'd hang every one of them." For a moment we were petrified with anger. "What do you mean?" I finally managed to demand. "Oh! you know" he sneered. "No I don't" I returned; "that is strange talk; you will have to explain yourself." "I don't need to explain anything" he said. "Then allow me to tell you that you are a d---- liar" put in Captain E---- glaring at the man ferociously; "I say you are a d---- liar" repeated the Captain with greater emphasis and deliberation. But the cad was very thick-skinned; he made not the slightest show of resentment at the opprobrious epithet. So we got up and walked over to him. "You miserable shrimp" said Captain E---- as he stood over the fellow with hands a-twitching to take hold of him. "You mean, skulking coward, to talk like that of men who have come over to fight in the place of wretched gutter-snipes and quitters like you." "Three of us here are Canadians" I added, "and if you will be so accommodating as to step outside, any one of us will be delighted to give you the darnedest licking you ever got in your life." The skulker didn't even move. Captain E---- got worked up to the point of explosion as he watched the fellow unconcernedly keep on eating. "You snivelling cur I've a good mind to rub your face in that gravy, by G-- I will rub it in that gravy!" exploded the Captain, and in the instant he seized the dinner-plate in one hand and the fellow's head in the other and brought them quickly together, rubbing the man's chin and nose briskly round and round in the mixture of congealing gravy and potatoes. "Be very careful what you are about" sputtered the creature, looking up when Captain E---- had desisted, and wiping the streaming grease from his face with his pocket-handkerchief. It was tremendously ludicrous; the utter spinelessness of the creature so at variance with the boastful scorn of his previous words and tone so obviously showed him to be a coward that all we could do was laugh and turn away. You could no more think of striking that weak, backboneless poltroon than of hitting a six months' old baby.