"Harry has talked about you often," said Happy Tom Langdon. "Says you're
a great scholar, and a good fellow, all right every way, except the crack
in your head that makes you a Yankee. I hope you won't get hurt in this
unpleasantness, and when our victorious army comes into Washington we'll
take good care of you and release you soon."
Dick smiled. He liked this youth who could keep up the spirit of fun
among such scenes.
"Don't you pay any attention to Langdon, Mr. Mason," said St. Clair.
"If he'd only fight as well and fast as he talks there'd be no need for
the rest of us."
"You know you couldn't win the war without me," said Langdon.
They talked a little more together, then trumpets blew, the work was done
and they must withdraw to their own armies. They had been engaged in a
grewsome task, but Dick was glad to the bottom of his heart to have been
sent upon it. He had learned that Harry still lived, and he had met him.
He did not understand until then how dear his cousin was to him. They
were more like brothers than cousins. It was like the affection their
great-grandfathers, Henry Ware and Paul Cotter, had felt for each other,
although those famous heroes of the border had always fought side by side,
while their descendants were compelled to face each other across a gulf.
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