gly gave orders that the bull should be hunted
up and secured, until his master should be discovered; so that the
Zouaves might be safe from his attacks hereafter. If any of our readers
feel an interest in the fate of this charming animal, they are informed
that he was, with great difficulty, hunted into the stables; and before
evening taken away by his master, the farmer from whom he had strayed.

Leaving the others to await his capture, let us return to Tom. He had
not been ten minutes in the smoke house before his wrath began to cool,
and he would have given sixpence for any way of getting out but by
begging pardon. That was a little too much just yet, and Tom stamped
with rage and shook the door; which resisted his utmost efforts to
burst. Then came the sounds without, the rushing, trampling steps, the
furious bellow, and the shout, "Run! run for your lives!" Run! why on
earth must they? What had happened? and especially what would become of
him left alone there, with this unseen enemy perhaps coming at him next.
He hunted in vain in every direction for some cranny to peep through;
and if it had been possible, would have squeezed his head up the
chimney. He shouted for help, but nobody heard him; they were all too
frightened for that. He could hear them crunching along the road,
presently; another cry, and then all was still.

"What shall I do?" thought poor Tom. "Oh, where have they gone to?
Please let me out, Freddy! do forgive me, boys! I'll f-fight for the
Union as m-much as you like! oh! oh!" and at last--must it be
confessed?--the gallant Secesh finished by bursting out crying!

Time passed on--of course seeming doubly long to the prisoner--and still
the boys did not return. Tom cried till he could cry no more; sniffling
desperately, and rubbing his nose violently up in the air--a proceeding
which did not ameliorate its natural bent in that direction. He really
felt thoroughly sorry, and quite ready to beg pardon as soon as the boys
should return; particularly as they had forgotten to provide the captive
with even the traditional bread and water, and dinner-time was close at
hand. While he was yet struggling between repentance and stomachache,
the welcome sound of their voices was heard. They came nearer, and then
a key was hastily applied to the fastenings of the door, and it flew
open, disclosing the Zouaves, with Freddy at the head, and Mr.
Schermerhorn bringing up the rear.

Tom hung back a moment yet;