ever had. Captain Swayne, Lieutenant Kenton, once of the Invincibles,
but now of General Jackson's personal staff. Swayne's from Tennessee,
Harry, and you two are well met. Swayne belongs to a regiment a few
yards beyond the gully. He was at the Seven Days and the Second
Manassas. We three thought we won those battles ourselves, but it seems
that Swayne was at both all the time, helping us. Take off your cap,
Harry, and thank the gentleman."

Swayne, a slender, fair man, not over twenty-three, smiled and extended
a hearty hand, which Harry received with equal heartiness. The smile
turned into a slight twinkle.

"I've been glad to meet your friends here, Mr. Kenton," he said, "but
the meeting has brought a disappointment with it."

"How's that?"

"Until we began talking I thought I had won the Seven Days and the
Second Manassas all by myself. Now, it seems that I have to share the
honors with you fellows."

"So you do," said Langdon, and then he sang:

"There comes a voice from Florida,
From Tampa's lonely shore,
It speaks of one we've lost,
O'Brien is no more.
In the land of sun and flowers,
His head lies pillowed low,
No more he'll drink the gin cocktail,