be a
major, will be to arrest me for lying."

"Your hit is the hardest, my dear captain. We have seen some hard times
together; and you may be sure that whatever I am, I shall never forget
you."

"That's hearty, my boy! Your hand once more," replied De Banyan,
extending his own. "After the battle of Solferino----"

"Really, captain, you must excuse me this time, or the general will put
me under arrest for my want of promptness, instead of sending me on
special duty."

"Well, good luck to you, Somers," said the captain as the lieutenant
started for the division headquarters.

As he passed out of sight, an expression of sadness settled down upon
Captain de Banyan's face. He looked disappointed and uncomfortable, and
it is quite probable that he envied the good fortune of his young
companion in arms. If Somers had been brave, and attentive to his duty,
he had been no less so himself; and he could not help feeling that the
destruction of those railroad cars had made the young man's fortune; that
his rapid advancement was a mere stroke of good luck.

Lieutenant Somers, wondering what could possibly be wanted of him,
hastened to the headquarters of the division. He had no faith whatever in
the prognostications of Captain de Banyan, and was too modest to believe
that he had done anything to merit another promotion so soon. Recalling
the incidents of his career since his eventful expedition within the
rebel lines, there was nothing in his conduct to merit even the notice of
his superiors, unless it was what others called his skill and courage in
rallying the broken company at Glendale. He had been warmly praised for
this act; but he deemed it of little importance, for the memory of
Williamsburg cast into the shade anything that had occurred to him since
that bloody day.

He was ushered into the presence of the general, who gave him the kindly
welcome which he always bestowed upon those of humble rank. Now, Somers
cherished an intense admiration for this distinguished officer, and
esteemed it a greater honor to stand in his presence than in that of the
most powerful sovereign of the earth.

"Lieutenant Somers?" said the general, extending his hand; a piece of
condescension which made our officer blush, and appear as awkward as a
country school-boy.

"Yes, sir; thank you, sir," stammered Somers, as he took the proffered
hand.

"You behaved well at Glendale, Somers," said the general bluntly.

"I endeavored to do m