One of the men added: "And I guess the South did some going crazy, too." "I have to sit down," remarked Tom suddenly. "Sorry, but my legs don't seem to be much good." "We've got to be getting on and report to the Captain. You'd better climb on your horse," remarked the Sergeant. "I'll walk the rest of the way, thanks," said Tom. "Star's done about enough work for one night. Wait a minute and I'll be all right." "Have a hard time getting through?" asked one of the men. "Oh, not so very hard," replied Tom. The memory of all the miseries of that long chase seemed dulled in his mind now. "The worst of it was that I was wet all the time, wet to the skin. Then I didn't have anything to eat for about two days. Got a little touch of the fever." "Pshaw!" exclaimed the Sergeant. "Say, that's a good horse you've got there! Where did you find it?" "Maybe I'll tell you after the war's over," answered Tom. "Ah! Well, you had luck, anyhow." "Yep," answered Tom. He put his hand into his pocket and clutched Marjorie's handkerchief. "Yep, I had luck, all right enough. I can walk now, I guess. Let's go report to the Captain." It was daylight when they reached the headquarters of the guard. The Sentry posted before the door watched them approach, then called out: "'Lo there, Serg. Got a Johnny Reb for our breakfast?" "Reb nothing!" replied the Sergeant. "This boy's one of the raiders." The Sentry's jaw dropped slightly. He stared for a moment, then turned and bolted through the door, yelling back over his shoulder, "I'll get the Captain out. Isn't up yet." They entered the house, and Tom dropped into the first chair he reached. "Sergeant," he said, "have one of your men take care of my horse. He can have some water now." "All right, Lieutenant." "I'm no Lieutenant--I'm a private, a raw recruit." "Huh?" grunted the Sergeant incredulously. "That's the truth." "Well, if you ain't a Lieutenant you ought to be and I'll bet my stripes that you will be. Hey, Max, you go out and see that the Lieutenant's horse is taken care of." From upstairs they could hear the sound of voices and the scurrying of feet. Presently someone clattered down the stairs. The door swung open and the Captain entered, buttoning his coat. "Glad to see you, my boy!" he exclaimed. "Don't bother about getting up. You can go, Sergeant." He drew a chair up close to Tom's; then as the Sergeant started to leave the room, he said, "Have my messenger ready to travel. Give him the fastest horse we've got in the place." "Yes, sir." "Now, tell me about it. In the first place, what's your name and regiment?"