“the rumour that the Legion is abroad has reached your men, and they are saddling in my barns.”

“What damned nonsense!” exclaimed Sheldon, in a pet; and, rising, strode heavily to the door, but met there his Major, one Benjamin Tallmadge, coming in, all over mud.

This fiery young dragoon’s plume, helmet, and cloak were dripping, and he impatiently dashed the water from feathers and folds.

“Sir!” began Colonel Sheldon loudly, “I have as yet given no order to saddle!”

And, “By God, sir,” says Tallmadge, “the orders must have come from somebody, for they’re doing it!”

“Sir — sir!” stammered Sheldon,