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Saying
nothing
to
Roscoe
,
he
left
the
house
one
night
and
proceeded
by
train
to
Camp
Mosby
,
in
South
Carolina
,
where
he
was
to
command
an
infantry
brigade
.
On
a
sultry
April
day
he
approached
the
entrance
to
the
camp
,
paid
off
the
taxicab
which
had
brought
him
from
the
station
,
and
turned
to
the
sentry
on
guard
.
"
Get
some
one
to
handle
my
luggage
!
"
he
said
briskly
.
The
sentry
eyed
him
reproachfully
.
"
Say
,
"
he
remarked
,
"
where
you
goin
'
with
the
general
's
duds
,
sonny
?
"
Benjamin
,
veteran
of
the
Spanish-American
War
,
whirled
upon
him
with
fire
in
his
eye
,
but
with
,
alas
,
a
changing
treble
voice
.
"
Come
to
attention
!
"
he
tried
to
thunder
;
he
paused
for
breath
--
then
suddenly
he
saw
the
sentry
snap
his
heels
together
and
bring
his
rifle
to
the
present
.
Benjamin
concealed
a
smile
of
gratification
,
but
when
he
glanced
around
his
smile
faded
.
It
was
not
he
who
had
inspired
obedience
,
but
an
imposing
artillery
colonel
who
was
approaching
on
horseback
.
"
Colonel
!
"
called
Benjamin
shrilly
.
The
colonel
came
up
,
drew
rein
,
and
looked
coolly
down
at
him
with
a
twinkle
in
his
eyes
.
"
Whose
little
boy
are
you
?
"
he
demanded
kindly
.
"
I
'll
soon
darn
well
show
you
whose
little
boy
I
am
!
"
retorted
Benjamin
in
a
ferocious
voice
.
"
Get
down
off
that
horse
!
"
The
colonel
roared
with
laughter
.
"
You
want
him
,
eh
,
general
?
"
