When he reached his father's house, supposing the front door was locked, he went to the kitchen window, where he had heard the patriotic remarks of his mother. Tom told his story in substance as we have related it. "Do you mean what you have said, mother?" inquired he, when he had finished his narrative. Mrs. Somers bit her lip in silence for a moment. "Certainly I do, Thomas," said she, desperately. It was half-past one when the boys retired, but it was another hour before Tom's excited brain would permit him to sleep. His head was full of a big thought. CHAPTER VIII. SIGNING THE PAPERS. Thomas went to sleep at last, and, worn out by the fatigue and excitement of the day, he slept long and soundly. His mother did not call him till eight o'clock, and it was nine before he reached the store of his employer, where the recital of the adventure of the preceding night proved to be a sufficient excuse for his non-appearance at the usual hour. In the course of the week Captain Benson had procured the necessary authority to raise a company for three years or for the war. When he exhibited his papers, he found twenty persons ready to put down their names. A recruiting office was opened at the store, and every day added to the list of brave and self-denying men who were ready to go forward and fight the battles of liberty and union. The excitement in Pinchbrook was fanned by the news which each day brought of the zeal and madness of the traitors. Thomas had made up his mind, even before his mother had been surprised into giving her consent, that he should go to the war. At the first opportunity, therefore, he wrote his name upon the paper, very much to the astonishment of Captain Benson and his employer. "How old are you, Tom?" asked the captain. "I'm in my seventeenth year," replied the soldier boy. "You are not old enough." "I'm three months older than Sam Thompson; and you didn't even ask him how old he was." "He is larger and heavier than you are!" "I can't help that. I'm older than he is, and I think I can do as much in the way of fighting as he can." "I don't doubt that," added the captain, laughing. "Your affair with Squire Pemberton shows that you have pluck enough for anything. I should be very glad to have you go; but what does your father say?" "He hasn't said anything. He isn't at home. He went away before Sumter was fired upon by the rebels." "True--I remember. What does your mother say?" "O, she is willing." "Are you sure, Tom?" "Of course, I am. Suppose you write something by which she can give her consent, and she will sign it." Captain Benson drew up the document, and when Tom went home to dinner, he presented it to his mother for her signature. "I hope you won't back out, mother," said he, as she put on her spectacles, and proceeded to ascertain the contents of the document. "Back out of what, Thomas?" "I've signed the muster roll, and I belong to Captain Benson's company now."