"General," said Fred, when he had found Nelson, "here is the brave boy who captured the colors."
"That was a gallant act, my boy," kindly remarked Nelson, "and you deserve the thanks of your general."
"It was nothing, General," replied Hugh. "It just made me mad to have them shake their dirty rag in my face, and I resolved to have it."
This answer pleased Nelson immensely. He noticed Hugh more closely, and then suddenly asked: "Have I not seen you somewhere before, my boy?"
"Yes, General," replied Hugh, trembling.
"Where?"
"On the march here, when you tied me by the wrists to a cannon for straggling."
Nelson was slightly taken back by the answer; then an amused look came into his face, and he said, in a bantering tone: "Liked it, didn't you?"
"Liked it! liked it!" exclaimed Hugh, with flaming eyes. "I was just mad enough at you to kill you."
"There is the boy for me," said Nelson, turning to his staff. "He not only captures flags, but he tells his general to his face what he thinks of him." Then addressing Hugh, he continued: "I want a good orderly, and I will detail you for the position."