"What will his father say?"

"His father doesn't know anything about it. Fred ran away, and followed
the company into the city."

"Squire Pemberton is a traitor, and I believe the army will be the best
school in the world for his son," added the captain. "It will be better
for him to be with us than to be at home. If it was the son of any other
man in Pinchbrook, I wouldn't take him without the consent of his father;
as it is, I feel perfectly justified in accepting him."

Tom hastened to the forward deck to report the success of his mission. The
result was, that Fred came out of his hiding-place, and exhibited himself
to the astonished members of the Pinchbrook company. When he announced his
intention to go to the war, and, with a pardonable flourish, his desire to
serve his country, he was saluted with a volley of cheers. Captain Benson
soon appeared on the forward deck, and the name of the new recruit was
placed on the enlistment paper.

Fred was seventeen years of age, and was taller and stouter than Tom
Somers. No questions were asked in regard to his age or his physical
ability to endure the hardships of a campaign.

The steamer arrived at Fort Warren, and the company landed. After waiting
a short time on the wharf, the color company of the --th regiment, to
which they were attached, came down and escorted them to the parade ground
within the fort. It was a desolate and gloomy-looking place to Tom, who
had always lived among green fields, and the beautiful surroundings of a
New England rural district.