The Leader, smiling a little, put a vigorous stop to his protestations, and told him to buy a tactics. The next man Stephen saw was big Tom Catherwood, who blushed to the line of his hair as he returned Stephen's grip. "Tom, what does this mean?" He asked. "Well," said Tom, embarrassed, "a fellow has got to do what he think's right." "And your family?" asked Stephen. A spasm crossed Tom's face. "I reckon they'll disown me, Stephen, when they find it out." Richter walked home as far as Stephen's house. He was to take the Fifth Street car for South St. Louis. And they talked of Tom's courage, and of the broad and secret military organization the Leader had planned that night. But Stephen did not sleep till the dawn. Was he doing right? Could he afford to risk his life in the war that was coming, and leave his mother dependent upon charity? It was shortly after this that Stephen paid his last visit for many a long day upon Miss Puss Russell. It was a Sunday afternoon, and Puss was entertaining, as usual, a whole parlor-full of young men, whose leanings and sympathies Stephen divined while taking off his coat in the hall. Then he heard Miss Russell cry: "I believe that they are drilling those nasty Dutch hirelings in secret." "I am sure they are," said George Catherwood. "One of the halls is on Twelfth Street, and they have sentries posted out so that you can't get near them. Pa has an idea that Tom goes there. And he told him that if he ever got evidence of it, he'd show him the door." "Do you really think that Tom is with the Yankees?" asked Jack Brinsmade. "Tom's a fool," said George, with emphasis, "but he isn't a coward. He'd just as soon tell Pa to-morrow that he was drilling if the Yankee leaders wished it known." "Virginia will never speak to him again," said Eugenie, in an awed voice. "Pooh!" said Puss, "Tom never had a chance with Jinny. Did he, George? Clarence is in high favor now. Did you ever know any one to change so, since this military business has begun? He acts like a colonel. I hear that they are thinking of making him captain of a company of dragoons." "They are," George answered. "And that is the company I intend to join." "Well," began Puss, with her usual recklessness, "it's a good thing for Clarence that all this is happening. I know somebody else--"