"Pap!" shouted the Corporal, taking the hand in rapture. "How in the world did you git down here?"
They all laughed now, and the General did not check them.
"Corporal," said he, "I turn this man over to you. I'll hold you responsible that he don't communicate with the enemy. But come on up to Headquarters and get your checker-board. I have a very nice one for you."
CHAPTER XVI. IN A NEW WORLD
DEACON KLEGG HAS A LITTLE EXPERIENCE OF LIFE IN THE ARMY.
"Pap" said Si, by way of introduction, "this is Shorty, my pardner, and the best pardner a feller ever had, and the best soldier in the Army of the Cumberland."
"Glad to see you, Mr. Klegg," said Shorty, reddening and grasping the father's outstretched hand; "but you orter 've broke that boy o' your'n o' lyin' when he was young."
"He never did lie," said the Deacon cheerfully, "and I don't believe he's lyin' now. I've heard a great deal o' you, Mr. Shorty, and I'm sure he's tellin' the truth about you."
"Drop the Mister, Pap," said Si. "We never call each other Mister here, except when we're mad."