"Good-by, my boy," called Mr. Jourdain (who had followed the march in a stage) from the wharf.
"Good-by, father; I say, old Beauregard will have to keep his eyes open now the Dashahed Zouaves are in the field!" and Freddy waved his cap in one hand and his sword in the other to his father, as long as he could see him.
In a few moments the boat was fairly out from the wharf, and the whole regiment comfortably seated on the promenade deck; very proud of their new responsibilities as members of the army and society generally, and surrounded by a crowd of admirers.
"Jolly, ain't I hungry!" exclaimed Freddy, as he joined them; "I went off with hardly any breakfast, I declare! wasn't that noble?"
"Noble? I don't see it!" said Charley Spicer. "Nobody asked you to go without your breakfast!"
"Why, wasn't I in a hurry to serve my country? When I was so full of glory, I couldn't stop to get full of beefsteak and coffee beside!"
"Never mind!" cried Harry Livingston, "I have some sandwiches in my knapsack, and you shall have some, Fred."
"Have you? there's six big apples in mine," said Charley.
"Here's a quart of peanuts and half a pound of taffy for my share," added Jimmy Boorman.
"And I've a pair of broiled spring chickens! high diddle-diddle!" shouted George.