Presently Mr. Hayne appears, elastic and debonair as though he had not been working like a horse all day.  His voice sounds so full of cheer and life that Hull looks up smilingly: 

“Well, youngster, you seem to love this frontier life.”

“Every bit of it, captain.  I was cut out for the army, as father thought.”

“We used to talk it over a good deal in the old days when I was stationed around Washington,” answers Hull.  “Your father was the warmest friend I had in civil circles, and he made it very pleasant for me.  How little we thought it would be my luck to have you for quartermaster!”

“The fellows seemed struck all of a heap in the Riflers at the idea of your applying for me, captain.  I was ready to swear it was all on father’s account, and would have told them so, only Rayner happened to be the first man to tackle me on the subject, and he was so crusty about it I kept the whole thing to myself rather than give him any satisfaction.”

“Larry, my boy, I’m no preacher, but I want to be the friend to you your father was to me.  You are full of enthusiasm and life and spirits, and you love the army ways and have made yourself very popular with the youngsters, but I’m afraid you are too careless and independent where the seniors are concerned.  Rayner is a good soldier; and you show him very scant respect, I’m told.”

“Well, he’s such an interfering fellow.  They will all tell you I’m respectful enough to—­to the captains I like—­”

“That’s just it, Lawrence.  So long as you like a man your manner is what it should be.  What a young soldier ought to learn is to be courteous and respectful to senior officers whether he likes them or not.  It costs an effort sometimes, but it tells.  You never know what trouble you are laying up for yourself in the army by bucking against men you don’t like.  They may not be in position to resent it at the time, but the time is mighty apt to come when they will be, and then you are helpless.”

“Why, Captain Hull, I don’t see it that way at all.  It seems to me that so long as an officer attends to his duty, minds his own business, and behaves like a gentleman, no one can harm him; especially when all the good fellows of the regiment are his friends, as they are mine, I think, in the Riflers.”

“Ah, Hayne, it is a hard thing to teach a youngster that—­that there are men who find it very easy to make their juniors’ lives a burden to them, and without overstepping a regulation.  It is harder yet to say that friends in the army are a good deal like friends out of it:  one only has to get into serious trouble to find how few they are.  God grant you may never have to learn it, my boy, as many another has had to, by sharp experience!  Now we must get a good night’s rest.  You sleep like a log, I see, and I can only take cat-naps.  Confound this money!  How I wish I could get rid of it!”

“Where do you keep it to-night?”