Andrew. "The miserable German usurper who has banished
your father!"

"You said that you knew I was not a coward."

"Then I retract it. You are if you try to hang back now."

"Call me what you like, I'll have nothing to do with it. They don't
want boys."

"They do--every one; and you must come and fight."

"Indeed!"

"Yes, or be punished as a traitor."

"Let them come and punish me, then," said Frank hotly. "I wear a sword,
and I know how to use it."

"Then come and use it like a man. Come, Frank. Don't pretend that you
are going to show the white feather."

"I don't."

"It is monstrous!" panted the lad, who was wildly excited by his
enthusiasm. "I want you--my friend--to stand by me now at a critical
time, and you treat me like this. I can't understand it when you know
that your father is a staunch supporter of the royal cause."

"Of course I do. What's that got to do with it? Do you think because
he has been sent away that he would forget his oath to the King?"

"I said the royal cause, not the usurper's."

"It is false. My father is still in the King's service, waiting for his
recall."

"Your father is my father's friend, as I am yours, and he is now holding
a high command in King James's army."

"It's not true, Drew; it's one of your tricks to get me to go with you,
and do what I faithfully promised I never would do. You know it's
false. High in command in King James's army! Why, he has no army, so
it can't be true."

"I tell you, it is true. My father and yours are both generals."

"Look here," said Frank, turning and speaking now in an angry whisper,
"you're going too far, Drew. I don't want to quarrel--I hate to
quarrel. Perhaps I am like a stubborn horse; but I did warn you not to
use the whip or spur, and you will keep on doing it. Please let it
drop. You're making me feel hot, and when I feel like that my head goes
queer, and I hit out and keep on hitting, and feel sorry for it
afterwards. I always did at school, and I should feel ten times as
sorry if I hit you. Now you sit down, and hold your tongue before
you're heard and get into a terrible scrape."

"Sit down! At a time like this!" cried the lad. "Oh, will nothing stir
you? Are you such a cowardly cur that you are going to hide yourself
among the German petticoats about the Palace? I tell you, it is true:
General Sir Robert Gowan throws up his hat for the King."

"Cowardly cur yourself!" cried Frank, whos