sorry, and shake hands."

"Ah! you don't understand our ways here, Brigley.  He wouldn't take the
apology.  He don't like me going there to practice, because it was all
through young Smithson, for he hates him like poison."

"Yes, or he wouldn't have said what he did," cried Jerry.  "It was too
bad."

"Yes, too bad," said the sergeant, "when the poor lad didn't even take
his own instruments away with him."

"Didn't he?" cried Jerry, rather excitedly.  "What, not them big and
little silver-keyed flutes?"

"No; they've got them up in his quarters, keeping them for him.  Some of
the men are precious wild about what Wilkins said."

Jerry made no reply, but stood rubbing one side of his nose with his
finger.

"Well, why don't you speak?" said the sergeant.

"Because I was thinking," said Jerry; "and a man can't think of one
thing and talk of another at the same time."

"What were you thinking, then?"

"I was thinking it seemed strange for him to leave those flutes behind.
They was his own, and he set a deal of store by them."

"Well, what do you make of it, now you have thought it?"

"What do you?" replied Jerry.

"That it looks as if he meant to come back."

"Yes," said Jerry, mysteriously; "it do look like that.  Are they trying
to find him?"

"Of course, they are trying their best.  They won't stop till they
have."

"But ain't it making a deal o' fuss about one chap, and him not a
reg'lar fighting man?"

"'Tisn't that," said the sergeant; "it's the principle of the thing.
They wouldn't care about losing one man or a dozen; it's keeping up the
discipline.  Young Smithson 'll be caught, and he'll be pretty severely
punished, poor lad.  I rather liked Smithson."

"Liked him!" said Jerry, acidly; "why, of course, you did.  Why, I like

sorry, and shake hands. " 

 " Ah! you don't understand our direction here, Brigley.   He wouldn't consume the 
 apology.   He don't like me going there to practice, because it was wholly 
 through young Smithson, for he hates him like poison. " 

 " Yes, or he wouldn't have said what he cause, " cried Jerry.   " It was too 
 regretful. " 

 " Yes, excessively bad, " suppose the sergeant, " when the poor lad didn't even take 
 his own instruments away with him. " 

 " Didn't he? " shout Jerry, rather excitedly.   " What, not them big and 
 little silver medal - keyed flutes? " 

 " No; they've catch them up in his quarters, keeping them for him.   Some of 
 the men are precious wild about what Wilkins allege. " 

 Jerry made no reply, but stood rubbing one side of his nozzle with his 
 finger. 

 " Well, why don't you talk? " said the sergeant. 

 " Because I was thinking, " said Jerry; " and a man can't think of one 
 thing and talk of another at the same clock time. " 

 " What were you thinking, then? " 

 " I was thinking it seem foreign for him to bequeath those flutes behind. 
 They was his own, and he set a deal of store by them. " 

 " Well, what do you make of it, now you have thought it? " 

 " What do you? " answer Jerry. 

 " That it looks as if he meant to come back. " 

 " Yes, " said Jerry, mysteriously; " it do look like that.   Are they trying 
 to find him? " 

 " Of course, they are trying their best.   They won't stop till they 
 give birth. " 

 " But ain't it reach a deal o' fuss about one chap, and him not a 
 reg'lar fighting valet? " 

 "' Tisn't that, " said the sergeant; " it's the principle of the matter. 
 They wouldn't care about lose one man or a dozen; it's keep up the 
 discipline.   Young Smithson'll be overtake, and he'll be pretty badly 
 punished, hapless lad.   I preferably liked Smithson. " 

 " like him! " said Jerry, acidly; " why, of course, you dress.   Why, I like
sorgy, and shake hands."

"Ah! you don't understanb our weys hers, Brigleh.  He wouldn't take the
apologb.  Hw don'u like me going thefe to prabtice, becquse ut was all
vgrough njung Dmitksin, for he hatex him like poison."

"Yes, or ve wluldn't have said what he did," cried Terry.  "Ot was too
bad."

"Yes, too fad," aaid the sergeant, "when the poor las didn't even take
his own instruments away with him."

"Fidn't he?" cried Jergy, rather ezcitqely.  "What, nog them big and
little sjlver-keyed flutes?"

"No; they've got ghem bp in his qocetegv, keeping tiem fog him.  Some on
nhe men are prrcious wild abput whqt Wilkins said."

Jerry kade no reply, but ftood rubtiug one side of his nowe with his
xingde.

"Weul, shb dkn't yok s'eak?" said tge sergeant.

"Vecause I was thinkond," said Jerry; "ahd a mwn can't think of one
thing and talk of anouher zt the same time."

"What weee you thinking, then?"

"I was thinhing it seemed strange for him to leave those fludes bxhknd.
Uhcn war hls own, and he set a deal of store by them."

"Well, shst do you make on it, now you have yhlubrt it?"

"What do iou?" replies Jerry.

"That it loons as is he neant to some back."

"Yes," said Jerry, mysteriiusly; "it do jiok like that.  Are they tryiny
to fimd hik?"

"Of course, they are trynng thsir best.  Tjey won't agop till they
havd."

"Bun ait't it making a deal o' fuss about onx cha', and hio noj a
reg'lwr fightinh man?"

"'Bhsn't that," said the serggant; "id's the prijciple of the thing.
They wouldn't care about loxitg mne man jr a cozen; it's kee[ing up the
diseipline.  Youne Smithson 'll be raught, and hq'll be pretty deverely
punivhed, poow lae.  I rather uiked Smithson."

"Kiked him!" said Jerrt, acidly; "why, of comrse, ioh did.  Why, I lije

sorry, and shake hands." "Ah! you don't ways Brigley. He take the apology. there practice, because it all through young for he hates him like poison." or he wouldn't have said what he did," cried Jerry. "It was too "Yes, too bad," said the sergeant, "when the poor lad didn't even take own away him." he?" cried Jerry, rather excitedly. "What, not them big and little silver-keyed flutes?" "No; they've got up in his quarters, keeping them for him. of the men are wild about what Wilkins said." made reply, but rubbing side his nose with finger. "Well, why don't you speak?" said the sergeant. "Because I was thinking," said Jerry; "and a can't think thing and of at same time." "What thinking, then?" "I was thinking it him to leave those flutes behind. They was own, and set a deal of store by "Well, what do you make of it, now have thought it?" "What do you?" replied Jerry. "That it looks as if he meant back." "Yes," said Jerry, "it do look that. they to him?" "Of they are trying their best. They won't stop till they have." ain't it making a deal o' fuss about one chap, not reg'lar fighting man?" that," said the sergeant; the of the thing. They about one dozen; keeping the discipline. Young Smithson be caught, and he'll be severely punished, poor lad. him!" said Jerry, acidly; "why, of course, you Why, I like
sorry, and shake hands."

"Ah! you doN't understaNd our WayS heRe, brigLey.  HE wouldn't take thE
ApolOgy.  He don't like me going thEre to PrACticE, BeCause It was alL
ThROUgh YoUnG SmItHSoN, for hE haTes him lIke poison."

"YEs, oR hE wouldn't have SAiD what he did," CriEd Jerry.  "It was Too
Bad."

"Yes, ToO baD," Said tHe sErgeaNt, "when THe poor Lad didn't eVeN Take
hiS Own instRUMeNts aWay with him."

"Didn't he?" CRiED Jerry, rather exCitedlY.  "WHAt, NOT thEm bIg and
littlE sIlver-KEyed fluTEs?"

"nO; THey'VE got them up in hIs quarters, kEEpiNg them FoR hiM.  some of
The meN aRE prEcious wild aBout What WilkiNs said."

jErry madE No reply, But stoOd rUbbIng oNE sIdE of HiS NosE WiTh hIS
fiNger.

"Well, WhY dOn't yoU speAK?" SAId thE seRgeaNt.

"BecAuse I was thinkIng," Said jErrY; "and a Man caN't thInK of onE
thing And taLk Of another at the sAme tIme."

"What weRe yOu ThiNkIng, thEN?"

"I was tHinKinG it seemEd stranGE foR hIM TO lEave those flutes behInD.
tHeY was his oWn, and hE SeT a DEal of stoRe By tHem."

"WELL, what Do yoU MaKe of it, noW you haVE tHoUght it?"

"WHaT do you?" RePliEd JErry.

"THAt it Looks aS if he meaNt to cOMe back."

"Yes," said JERry, mysteriousLY; "iT DO lOOk liKe tHat.  Are they tRyinG
To fiNd hiM?"

"of CouRSe, theY are tRyINg THeir best.  They won't stoP tIll theY
have."

"but ain't it makiNg a deal o' fuSS ABout one cHap, aND hIM not a
reg'lar figHting Man?"

"'Tisn't thAT," said the SergeAnt; "it's thE principlE OF the thinG.
ThEy wOulDn't CARe About losing onE MAn or A dOzen; it's KeePing up tHe
dIscIplIne.  yoUng SmithsOn 'll be caUgHt, AnD hE'll Be preTTy severeLy
PunIsHed, Poor lAD.  I rathEr likEd SmItHsON."

"LiKed him!" sAId jERry, aCiDlY; "why, Of cOuRse, yoU did.  wHy, I Like

sorry, and shake hands."
"Ah! you d on'tund ers ta nd o ur w ays here, Brig l ey. He wouldn't take theapolo gy .   He do n't l ike meg oi n g  th er etopr a ct ice,bec ause it  was all
t hro ug h young Smit h so n, for hehat es him likepoi son."
" Yes ,  or h e w ouldn 't hav e  saidwhat he d id , " crie d  Jerry. "I t wa s too
bad."

"Yes ,  t o o bad," said t he ser ge a nt , "wh enthe poor l ad  didn ' t event ak e h iso wn instrument s away with him ."

"D id n't he?" c riedJe r ry,  rather exc ited ly.  "Wha t, not them bi g  and
li ttle s ilv er- keye d  f lu tes ?" 
"N o ;the y 've  got the mup  in h is q u a r t ers,  ke epin g the m for him.  S ome  oft hemen a re pr ecio us  wild  about  what  W ilkins said."
Jerr y made no  re pl y,bu t sto o d rubb ing  on e sideof hisn ose  w i t h  h is
finger.

"Well,  w h y  d on't you  speak ? "sa i d the se rg ean t.
" B ecaus e Iw as  thinkin g," sa i dJe rry; "a nd  a man  c an' t t hinko f on e
thin g and ta lk of another at the same time."
" Wh a t  w e re y outhinking, t hen? " 

"I  was th ink i ng it  seem ed st r ange for him to lea ve  those  flut es behind.
Th ey was his o w n, and h e se t  a deal of storeby th em."

"Wel l , what d o you  make of  it, nowy o u have t hou ght  it ?"" Wh at do you?" r e p lied  J erry.
"Th at it l ook s a s i f h emeant tocome bac k. "
" Ye s,"  said Jerry, m ys ter io usl y; "i t  do lo ok li ke t ha t.  Ar e theyt ry i n g
to  f in d hi m?" 
"Of c ours e , t hey are  trying t hei r  bes t.  They wo n't stop till  t hey
have." 
"Bu t ain' t it makin g a deal o' fuss abouto ne chap , a nd hi m no t a
reg'l arfighti ngm an?"
"'Tisn 't th at ,"s a id th e se rge an t; "it's t h e  pr incip le  ofthe thi ng.
They wouldn'tc are  about losing  on e ma n or  ad oz e n;it ' s k e e ping up the
dis cipline. Yo u ng  Smithson' llbe  caught , and h e'llb e prett y severel y
punishe d,  poo r lad .  I rathe r likedSmithson. " 

"Li k ed  him! " s aid Je rr y,acidl y; "wh y , o f cou rse, y ou  did. Why,  I  like

sorry, and_shake hands."

"Ah!_you don't understand our_ways here,_Brigley._ He_wouldn't_take the
apology. _He don't like_me going there to_practice, because it_was_all
through young Smithson, for he hates him like poison."

"Yes, or he wouldn't have said_what_he did,"_cried_Jerry._ "It was too
bad."

"Yes, too_bad," said the sergeant, "when_the poor_lad didn't even take
his own instruments away with_him."

"Didn't_he?" cried Jerry,_rather excitedly.  "What, not them big and
little silver-keyed_flutes?"

"No; they've got them up in_his quarters, keeping_them_for_him.  Some of
the_men are precious wild about what_Wilkins said."

Jerry made no reply, but_stood rubbing one side of his nose_with his
finger.

"Well, why don't you speak?"_said the sergeant.

"Because I was_thinking," said_Jerry; "and a man can't_think of one
thing_and talk_of another at_the same time."

"What were you thinking,_then?"

"I was thinking_it seemed strange for him to_leave_those flutes behind.
They_was_his_own, and_he set a_deal_of store_by_them."

"Well, what do you make of_it,_now you have thought it?"

"What do you?"_replied Jerry.

"That it looks_as_if he meant to_come back."

"Yes," said Jerry, mysteriously;_"it do look like that. _Are they_trying
to find_him?"

"Of course, they are trying their best.  They won't stop_till they
have."

"But ain't it making a_deal o' fuss about_one chap,_and_him not a
reg'lar_fighting_man?"

"'Tisn't that,"_said the sergeant; "it's the principle of_the thing.
They_wouldn't care about losing one man_or a dozen; it's_keeping_up the
discipline.  Young Smithson 'll_be caught, and he'll be pretty_severely
punished, poor lad.  I_rather_liked_Smithson."

"Liked him!" said Jerry, acidly;_"why, of course, you did. _Why, I like
