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"Countersign!" whispered the prompter behind the barrel. "Count-de-sign!" shouted Juggie, pompously, at the same time presenting the broom-handle threateningly. "George Washington!" answered the farmer. "All right. Go 'long dar!" "No, no!" whispered Sid. "Let me see your papers, friend!" "Let me see your papers, friend!" The farmer reads his pass. "Is dat all?" "All."
These directions followed one another so rapidly that only the oldest veterans, and they wildly, could attempt obedience. "Blow your bugle!" shouted Sid to Juggie. "Charge! Cavalry, forward!" Wort was shrieking. It was a wild melee.
Grimes, running it against Pip and Billy, while the "infantry" rushed ahead, each on his own hook, the color-bearer and the color-guard trying to get into place somewhere. Wort vainly endeavored to keep at the head of something or somebody. All this time Juggie was swelling his cheeks and sounding his horn, and this was the only thing that was successfully done.
I thought it was fire," and, saying this, the old lady, with a sigh of relief, withdrew. "And now, teacher, we want a badge; something to wear, you know," exclaimed Sid. "What's that you have on?" Miss Bertha asked of Juggie. "A sword," replied that warrior, displaying his right leg, on which he had already chalked a sword. "That's for the down-townies," said the governor, in a martial tone.
"Well, who will holler under my window?" said Sid. "I," said Wort. "And under yours?" continued the president. "I," said Juggie. "And who under Juggle's?" "I," said Tony. "And who under Tony's?" "I," said Charlie. "And who under Charlie's?" That was a problem. "Aunt Thanthy," suggested Pip. "Aunt Stanshy is going out visiting," remarked Charlie. There was a very sad pause.
"Buy a corner-copier stuffed wid candy!" shouted Juggie, holding up a brown paper tunnel into which he was about dropping a solitary piece of candy. The governor had the "harvest table," which was groaning under the weight of three pears and two papers of seed. "What's this?" asked Aunt Stanshy, stopping before a discarded mantel-piece resting on a rabbit-box and a coal-hod.
That is the next thing," suggested Sid, in smothered tones. But the British spy was too much for Juggie, and the defender of the continental name was obliged to resort to severe measures. Presenting the broom-handle, he shouted, "Aim! Fire! Bang!" but the spy was not considerate enough to fall. "Drop! drop, why don't you?" whispered Juggie. "You've been shot."
"Wheel first!" shouted Wort, but the only "wheel" that started was one on the go-cart, which concluded to leave its axle, much to the disgust of the president and the confusion of the company. Sid sprang from the cart. "Here, let me do it, Wort." "Form in line!" Wort shouted majestically. "Form in line!" Sid was whispering to several old veterans. "Where's Juggie?" "Here, cap'n."
Juggie left, and Governor Grimes appeared in the dress of a farmer, carrying a shovel in one hand and a hoe in the other. "I am a farmer, and was one in the old days. It is true I did not have so many neighbors as people nowadays, and I went without things that farmers now have. I didn't have newfangled cultivators, reapers, or such things.
"Keep your bugle handy and sound it when Wort says, 'Charge!" Juggie proudly brandished a fish-horn which he had borrowed of Simes Badger. "Shoulder arms!" screamed Wort. "Ground arms!" "Ow, my teeth!" squeaked Pip, whose foot had been vigorously rammed by Billy Grimes. "Order arms! Present arms! March! Charge!"
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