until we get more civilized. I will have Rastus saddle Palo'mine. He will be ready any time you say."
"What, must I go tonight?" cried Halsey surprised. It seemed to him that his uncle wanted to get rid of him.
"I think it would be best so," replied Colonel Eaton quietly. "You had better see your Aunt Julia and Margaret." Then Uncle Hillery took his nephew gently by both hands and looked into his eyes. Halsey never forgot the tenderness of his eyes and voice as he spoke.
"Individually it does not matter so very much to us which flag we fight under," he said. "But it does matter that we are good soldiers. Halsey, my boy, I want you to be a good soldier, the very best, even though you fight against me."
"I will try, Uncle Hillery. I will do my best," was all the boy could say.
"And remember this, Halsey, if we ever meet in battle, we sheathe our swords towards each other. This is a case where blood must count."
