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Soon after this Jack and Marion were on their way to Oldville, a sleepy town containing two general stores, a tavern, and a blacksmith shop. In front of the tavern was a large green, and here a number of boys were playing various games. "Hurrah, here comes Captain Jack!" was the cry, when our hero appeared. "Are we to drill to-day?" questioned Darcy Gilbert, as he ran up and nodded to Marion.
He had met the doctor at the Oldville tavern the evening before, and bowed stiffly. "I am sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Ruthven," said the doctor; "but I am curious to visit the old wreck on Hemlock Bluff rocks. Perhaps this man has another boat " "Oh, it doesn't matter, Dr. Mackey," answered St. John. "You are evidently a cousin to Miss Marion Ruthven." "I am."
The week to follow the events recorded in the last chapter was a trying one for the inhabitants of Oldville, as the district around the Ruthvens' plantation was called. The army of the North had pressed the army of the South back steadily day after day, until the Confederates were encamped less than four miles away from Jack's home.
"If you will," said Jack. His new honors had not made him in the least dictatorial. "All right," returned Darcy. He was first lieutenant of the company, which had styled itself the Oldville Home Guard, and he quickly summoned the young soldiers together. All had uniforms, made of regular home suits with stripes of white sewed down the trouser-legs and around the coat-sleeves.
Here the conversation ceased, for the soldier was quite exhausted. Soon Marion gave him a quieting draught, and then George Walden slept. As related in the last chapter, Mrs. Ruthven and Jack had gone to Oldville to do some necessary trading. Arriving at the town, they found all in high excitement.
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