when the war is over, and
maybe the fact that I've fought through it will give weight to my words."

"I'll tell you what I'll do," said Warner. "When I'm president of
Harvard I'll invite the great Kentucky editor, Richard Mason, to deliver
the annual address to my young men. I like that idea of yours about
making the Union firmer than it was before the war. Since the Northern
States and the Southern States must dwell together the more peace and
brotherly love we have the better it will be for all of us."

"When you give me that invitation, George, you'd better ask my cousin,
Harry Kenton, at the same time, because it's almost a certainty that he
will then be governor of Kentucky. His great grandfather, the famous
Henry Ware, was the greatest governor the state ever had, and, as I know
that Harry intends to study law and enter politics, he's bound to follow
in his footsteps."

"Of course I'll ask him," said Warner in all earnestness, "and he shall
speak too. You can settle it between you who speaks first. It will be
an exceedingly effective scene, the two cousins, the great editor who
fought on the Northern side and the great governor who fought on the
Southern side, speaking from the same stage to the picked youth of New
England. Pennington, the representative of the boundless West, shall be
there too, and if the owner of fifty thousand fine cattle roaming far and
wide wants to make an address he shall do so."

"I don't think I'd care to speak, George," said Pennington. "I'm not
cut out for oratory, but I certainly accept right now your invitation to
come. I'll sit on the stage with Dick and the Johnny Reb, his cousin
Harry, and I'll smile and smile and applaud and applaud, and after it's
all over I'll choose a few of your picked youth of New England, take 'em
out west with me, teach 'em how to rope cattle, how to trail stray steers
and how to take care of themselves in a blizzard. Oh, I'll make men of
'em, I will! Now, what is that on the high hill to the south?"

The three put their glasses to their eyes and saw a man on horseback
waving a flag. The head of the horse was turned toward some hill farther
south, and the man was evidently making signals to another patrol there.

"A Johnny," said Pennington. "I suppose they're sending the word on
toward Early that we're passing."

"From hill to hill," said Dick. "A message can be sent a long way in
that manner."

"I don't think it will interfere with