“That you lost your arm?” The boy added quickly, “My father was a soldier under General Early.”
The steel-gray eyes shot at him again. “I was under Early myself.”
“My father was a captain—Captain Farnum,” the young warrior announced proudly.
“Not Phil Farnum!”
“Yes, sir. Did you know him?” Jeff trembled with eagerness. His dead soldier-father was the idol of his heart.
“Did I?” He swung Jeff round and looked at him. “You're like him, in a way, and, by Gad! you fight like him. What's your name?”
“Jefferson Davis Farnum.”
“Shake hands, Jefferson Davis Farnum, you dashed little rebel. My name is Lucius Chunn. I was a lieutenant in your father's company before I was promoted to one of my own.”
Jeff forgot his troubles instantly. “I wish I'd been alive to go with father to the war,” he cried.
Captain Chunn was delighted. “You doggoned little rebel!”