ied it, not once but several times. Langdon sat on the ground
before the fire, and his delight was unalloyed and unashamed.

"We have raided a Yankee wagon train again," he said, "and the looting
is splendid. Arthur, I thought yesterday that I should never eat again.
Food and I were such strangers that I believed we should never know each
other, any more, or if knowing, we could never assimilate. And yet we
seem to get on good terms at once."

While they talked a tall thin youth of clear dark complexion, carrying
a long bundle under his arm, approached the fire and Lieutenant Colonel
St. Hilaire welcomed him with joy.

"Julien! Julien de Langeais, my young relative!" he cried. "And you are
indeed alive! I thought you lost!"

"I'm very much alive, sir," said young De Langeais, "but I'm starved."

"Then this is the place to come," said Dick, putting before him food,
which he strove to eat slowly, although the effort at restraint was
manifestly great. Lieutenant Colonel St. Hilaire introduced him to the
Union men, and then asked him what was the long black bag that he carried
under his arm.

"That, sir," replied De Langeais, smiling pathetically, "is my violin.
I've no further use for my rifle and sword, but now that peace is coming
I may be able to earn my bread with the fiddle."

"And so you will! You'll become one of the world's great musicians.
And as soon as we've finished with General Grant's hospitality, which
will be some time yet, you shall play for us."

De Langeais looked affectionately at the black bag.

"You're very good to me, sir," he said, "to encourage me at such a time,
and, if you and the others care for me to play, I'll do my best."

"Paganini himself could do no more, but, for the present, we must pay due
attention to the hospitality of General Grant. He would not like it,
if it should come to his ears that we did not show due appreciation,
and since, in the course of events, and in order to prevent the mutual
destruction of the sections, it became necessary for General Lee to
arrange with someone to stop this suicidal war, I am glad the man was
General Grant, a leader whose heart does him infinite credit."

"General Grant is a very great man, and he has never proved it more fully
than today," said Dick, who sat near the colonels--his first inclination
had been to smile, but he restrained it.

"Truly spoken, young sir," said Colonel Leonidas Talbot. "General Lee
and General Grant