though you were a major-general in the regular army. What does it mean?
Are you one of us? Have you too become a man of war, a fire-eater, a
target for Mausers? Have you enlisted under the banner of the screaming
eagle?"

"Not yet," laughed Ridge, "but I am on my way East to do so in the first
regiment uncontaminated by politics that I can find."

"Then, old man, you don't want to go East. You want to come West with
us. There is but one regiment such as you have named, and it is mine;
for, behold! I am now Rollo in the Army, Rollo the Rough Rider, Rollo
the Terror. Perhaps it would be more becoming, though, to say 'Ours,'
for we are all in it."

"I should rather imagine that it would," growled he of the golf
stockings, now joining in the conversation. "And, 'Rollo in Disguise,'
suppose you present us to your friend; for, if I am not mistaken, he is a
gentleman of whom I have heard and would like much to meet."

"Of course you would," responded Rollo, "and I beg your pardon for not
having introduced you at once; but in times of war, you know, one is apt
to neglect the amenities of a more peaceful existence. Mr. Norris, allow
me to present my friend and pupil in the art of football-playing--"

"Oh, come off," laughed the big man.

"Pupil, as I was saying when rudely interrupted," continued Rollo, "Mr.
Mark Gridley."

"Not Gridley, the famous quarter-back!" exclaimed Ridge, holding out his