"I ha'n't got a uniform, boys. I am no secesh. I have always been a good Union man."
We then searched the house for the saddle and uniform, which we found, hid under the floor.
"What uniform is this," said I, hauling it up from its hiding-place.
"It belongs to one of the boarders."
"It's my opinion that the boarder's clothes will just fit you. Take off the clothes you have on and put on these, and do it quick, too."
"I declare, gentlemen, that's not my uniform."
"No matter; you must put it on and see how it fits."
"Jiminy-pult!" said Bader, brandishing his revolver; "put this uniform on in a hurry, or we'll help you!"
"No more excuses," said I. "It a'n't but a few minutes since we saw you have it on."
The Colonel reluctantly changed his former dress for the uniform. "There—your military clothes fit well. Now go with us."