Yes; they had brave hearts," and Oscar lifted
his hat as though he were saluting the lost legion.
They turned again to the road and went forward at a gallop, until, half a
mile from the gate, they came upon a clearing and a low, red-roofed
bungalow.
"Your house, sir," and Oscar swung himself down at the steps of a broad
veranda. He led the horses away to a barn beyond the house, while
Armitage surveyed the landscape. The bungalow stood on a rough knoll, and
was so placed as to afford a splendid view of a wide region. Armitage
traversed the long veranda, studying the landscape, and delighting in the
far-stretching pine-covered barricade of hills. He was aroused by Oscar,
who appeared carrying the suit-cases.
"There shall be breakfast," said the man.
He threw open the doors and they entered a wide, bare hall, with a
fireplace, into which Oscar dropped a match.
"All one floor--plenty of sleeping-rooms, sir--a place to eat here--a
kitchen beyond--a fair barracks for a common soldier; that is all."
"It is enough. Throw these bags into the nearest bedroom, if there is no
choice, and camp will be established.
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