"Then you must know whom I was with, Preston," I said, looking at him.
"You don't know—that is the thing. It was that fellow Thorold."
"How came you to be on guard again so soon? You were on guard just a day or two before."
"That is all right enough. It is about military things that you do not understand. It is all right enough, except these confounded Yankees. And Thorold is another."
"Who is one!" I said, laughing. "You say he is another."
"Blunt is one."
"I like Major Blunt."
"Daisy," said Preston, stopping short, "you ought to be with your mother. There is nobody to take care of you here. How came you to know that Thorold?"
"He was introduced to me. What is the matter with him?"
"You ought not to be going about with him. He is a regular Yankee, I tell you."