Their quarters
were quite comfortable, and, after having made all the necessary
arrangements for the company's comfort, Fernando partook of a light
supper and, wrapping himself in a blanket, lay down on the left side of
the broad fireplace to sleep. Corporal Mott entered and told Captain
Rose, who sat smoking his pipe, that Colonels Wells and Lewis were
having some trouble about their positions.
"Why should they quarrel over that?" asked Captain Rose taking his pipe
from his mouth.
"Wells, who is colonel of regulars, claims to outrank Lewis, and demands
to be posted on the right."
"That's in an open field."
"Yes; Lewis thinks that, in case of an attack, Wells should be posted in
some gardens on the left."
"Lewis knows more about it than Wells or Winchester either," growled
Captain Rose.
"Yes; but Winchester decided in favor of Wells. There is also a rumor
that Proctor is on his way from Malden to attack us."
"I hope it is so," said Captain Rose. "If he will come here and take his
whipping like a man, it will save us going to Malden to give it to him."
Then they wondered what General Harrison was doing and when they would
join him; but Fernando left off listening to their conversation and
gazed into the glowing fire before which he lay stretched on
his blanket.
His mind was busy with his own sad life. All through the long years of
trying events, he had never forgotten Morgianna.
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