“Perhaps you are right.”
“I know I am. I am a coward myself, but I know nothing about anybody else.”
“I differ with you.”
“You don’t know anything about it. The major don’t love you over much now for what you hinted. Never make an enemy when there is no need of it.”
The approach of Major Riggleston put an end to this conversation. Somers could not help noticing that the major treated him rather cavalierly; but as he was not particularly anxious to secure the esteem of such a man, the manner of his companion did not disturb him.
In the afternoon the party reached Frederick, which had just been abandoned by Lee’s rear guard, and was now occupied by a portion of McClellan’s advance.
“Gentlemen, we have had a hard ride, and I know you must be tired as well as myself,” said Major Riggleston, as they entered the city. “You will permit me to offer you the hospitalities of my father’s house.”
“Thank you; I accept, for one,” replied Captain Barkwood. “I am not tired, but I am half starved.”
“And you, Somers?” added the major, with a degree of cordiality in his manner which he had not exhibited since the skirmish on the road.
The young captain had been in the saddle all day; his health was feeble, and he was very much exhausted by the journey. He had hoped to reach the headquarters of the first army corps that night; but he was still several miles distant from his destination, and his physical condition did not admit of this addition to his day’s travel. With many thanks he accepted the invitation, apparently so cordially extended, and the little party halted, soon after, in the grounds of an elegant mansion. The tired horses were given into the keeping of the servants, and Major Riggleston led the way into the house.