"Now you speak of it, I must say you are right," answered Marion thoughtfully. And then, after another pause, she continued: "Is the colonel a married man?" "I hardly think so. I have never heard him speak of a wife or children." "Then it is likely that he is a bachelor." And there, for the time being, the subject was dropped. Despite the fact that the house was surrounded by Federal troops and that a portion of the homestead was being used as a hospital, the dinner passed off in a far from unpleasant manner. Mrs. Ruthven was glad to meet her nephew once more, and made him tell the story of his service in detail. Not only the lady of the house, but also Marion and Jack, hung upon the young surgeon's words, and Jack's eyes glistened when he heard about the hard fighting which had been witnessed. "Oh, how I wish I had been there! I would have helped to beat the Yankee troops back!" he cried. "You're a born soldier, Jack!" answered Harry Powell. "And I must say I like you the better for it. I can't stand such stay-at-homes as St. John." "Oh, St. John is a regular--a regular----" "Hush, Jack!" interrupted Mrs. Ruthven reprovingly. "He says his mother needs him at home." "And our country needs him at the front," said Marion. "We don't need cowards," finished Jack. "Harry, you don't have cowards in your ranks, do you?" "I am afraid all armies have more or less cowards in the ranks," laughed the young surgeon. "Some fellows would never make soldiers if they remained in the service a hundred years. Human nature is human nature the world over, you know." "I wonder if Dr. Mackey is a brave man," muttered Jack, but nobody paid attention to this question. The repast over, Harry Powell took his leave, but promised to come again, if possible, before leaving the vicinity. Marion saw him go with genuine regret, and blushed painfully when, on watching him hurry down the road, he suddenly turned and waved his hand toward her. "Dear, good cousin Harry," she murmured. "How different from St. John!" Two days passed and nothing of importance occurred to disturb the Ruthven homestead. On the second day St. John called to see Marion, but she excused herself by saying she had a headache, which was true, although the ache was not as severe as it might have been. As he was leaving the place St. John ran up against Jack, who had been down to the outskirts of the Federal encampment, watching the soldiers drill. "Hullo, where have you been?" said the spendthrift carelessly. "Been down watching the Yankees drill," answered Jack. "It seems to me you take an awful interest in those dirty Yankees," retorted St. John, with a sneer. "I take an interest in all soldiers." "Then why don't you join them, and evince your interest in some practical way?" "I'd join our troops quick enough, if I was older. I'd be ashamed to stay at home and suck my thumb." Jack looked at St. John steadily as he spoke, and this threw the spendthrift into a rage.