At Benjamin Haven's, Oh!
At Benny Haven's, Oh!
At Benny Haven's, Oh!"

"Do I get it right, Swayne? Remember that I heard you sing it only
three times."

"Fine! Fine!" said Swayne with enthusiasm. "You have it right, or as
near right as need be, and you're using it in a much better voice than I
can."

"I'm a great soldier, but my true place is on the operatic stage,"
said Langdon modestly.

"It's an old West Point song of ours, Kenton," said Swayne. "While I
was lying here listening to the continued roar of all those great guns,
I couldn't keep from humming it as a sort of undernote."

"This gully has a queer effect," said St. Clair, who, lying on a blanket,
was dusting every minute particle of dried mud from his uniform.
"It seems to soften the sounds of all those guns--and they must be a
couple of hundred at least. It produces a kind of harmony."

"It's the old god Vulcan and a thousand assistants of his hammering away
on their anvils," said Harry, "and they hammer out a regular tune."

"Besides hammering out a tune," said St. Clair, "they're also hammering
out swords and bayonets to be used against us."

As he spoke he drew from his pocket a tiny round mirror, not more than