Crittenden shook, and seconds and principals started for Long's tent.
"Boys," he said to the others, "I'm sorry fer ye. I ain't got but four drinks—and—" the old Sergeant was approaching; "and one more fer the Governor."
Rivers smiled broadly when he saw Crittenden at noon.
"The 'Governor' told me," he said, "you couldn't do anything in this regiment that would do you more good with officers and men. That fellow has caused us more trouble than any other ten men in the regiment, and you are the first man yet to get the best of him. If the men could elect you, you'd be a lieutenant before to-morrow night."
Crittenden laughed.
"It was disgusting, but I didn't see any other way out of it."
Tattoo was sounded.
"Are you sure you can get me into the army at any time?"
"Easy—as a private."
"What regiment?"