“But to-night you rest,” said one of the young officers. “Do you smoke?”
“I’ve never learned.”
“Well, I don’t smoke either unless we get ’em from the Yankees. Here’s what’s left of a box that we picked up near the Chancellor House. It may have belonged to Old Joe Hooker himself, but if so he’ll never get it back again.”
He distributed the cigars among the smokers, who puffed them with content. Meanwhile the noises of the camp sank, and presently Harry, taking his blankets and saying good night, went to sleep in the Inn of the Greenwood Tree.