"Old Bennett who runs the mill is a queer chap," Harry told Bert going over; "he's a soldier, and he'll be sure to quiz you on history."
"I like old soldiers," Bert declared; "if they do talk a lot, they've got a lot to talk about."
John said that was true, and he agreed that old Ben Bennett was an interesting talker.
"Here we are," said Harry, as they pulled up before a kind of barn. Old Ben sat outside on his wooden bench.
"Hello, Ben," they called out together, "we're bringing you work early this year."
"So much the better," said the old soldier; "There's nothing like work to keep a fellow young."
"Well, you see," went on John, "we can't count on any late apples this year, so, as we must have cider, we thought that we had better make hay while the sun shines."
"How much have you got there?" asked Ben, looking over the load.
"About a barrel, I guess," answered John "Could you run them through for us this morning?"
"Certainly, certainly!" replied the others. "Just haul them on, and we'll set to work as quick as we did that morning at Harper's Ferry. Who is this lad?" he asked, indicating Bert.