"I don't care what you call it," returned the rebel; "I know it has seen two years' hard service. That hole you see in the crown was made by one of your bullets, and my head was in the hat at the time, too."
"Well, throw me my cap," said Frank; "I don't want to trade."
"What will you give?"
"We will return your hat, and give you a big chew of tobacco to boot," said the lieutenant.
"That's a bargain," said the rebel. "Let's have it."
"We are not doing a credit business on this side of the house," answered Frank. "You throw over my cap first."
"You're sure you don't intend to swindle a fellow? Upon your honor, now."
"Try me and see," replied Frank, with a laugh.
"Here you are, then;" and the missing cap was thrown into the rifle-pit, and a soldier restored it to its owner. It was rather the worse for its short sojourn in the rebel hands, for there was a bayonet hole clear through it.
"Say, you rebel," exclaimed Frank, "why didn't you tell me that you had stuck a bayonet into my cap?"