_Hiram._ You shall not stand alone, Miss Gaylie. They say I'm but a mere boy, but I'm heart and hand with you in this cause. _Crimp._ Same here. I'm obleeged to you; I'll be de drum-major in dat ar corpse. _Gaylie._ See, Rob; they muster at my call. Home-Guard, attention! fall in! (_Stands_ L. C. HIRAM _steps up beside her_; CRIMP _up stage next him; form in line up and down stage_. MATTIE _sits in rocking-chair_, R.; ROB _leans upon the back of her chair_.) _Rob._ Raw recruits, Gaylie! _Gaylie._ Yes, almost as raw as those who take the field, Rob. Company, attention! _Crimp._ Hole on, Miss Cap'n. Whar's de colors? mus' have a frag. Golly, dis year's de ticket. (_Takes auction-flag from corner, and unrolls it_). Dar! look at dat; and, as I's de only pusson ob color in dis yer corpse, I'll be de color-bearer. _Gaylie._ Attention, company! _Crimp._ Yes, Missy Cap'n; I's all attention. _Gaylie._ Eyes right: eyes left: salute! (_They bring their hands to a salute. Enter door in_ F. ROWELL, _in full uniform of a colonel_.) _Rowell._ Ah! what new recruits have we here? _Gaylie._ Mr. Rowell, what does this mean? _Rowell._ That an honor for which I have exerted much influence has, at the last moment, been conferred upon me. I am appointed colonel of the 10th. (_Bows, and comes to_ L. _corner_.) _Gaylie_ (C.) Rob's regiment, and his enemy at its head! Oh, this is cruel! _Rob._ He in command! He our colonel! Another blow: fate can do no more. (_Goes up_ C.) _Rowell._ Robert Trueworth, you will join your regiment at once. All furloughs are countermanded. We march at sunrise to-morrow. _Gaylie_ (_aside_). Oh, this is terrible! Rob's bitter foe in command: oh, why have they quarrelled? (_Goes to rocking-chair, and leans upon it._) _Rob_ (_aside_). To serve under that man, whom I detest! There is no escape. I must submit. There's one comfort: his position takes him away from Gaylie. (_Enter_ MRS. TRUEWORTH R.) The time has come, mother. I have orders to join my regiment at once: we march at sunrise. Keep a stout heart, mother. I leave kind friends behind, who will see to it you do not suffer. _Mrs. T._ (_her arms about his neck_). My brave boy, serve well your country, and do not forget your mother. She gives you up freely, with a prayer that you may be found true to your duty. Heaven bless and keep you, Rob! (_They stand together conversing._) _Gaylie._ Mattie, before Rob goes, I must know the meaning of this quarrel between him and my guardian. Why is it kept from me? You must know: I conjure you, as you value my friendship, as you love your brother, speak before 'tis too late. _Mattie._ O Gaylie! I do know; for his sake I will speak. You are the cause of this quarrel. Both these men love you. _Gaylie._ Indeed! Oh, I'm so glad!