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 praise to bestow upon the young bowmen; but Tom was silent and sullen. He didn't like to hear so much cheering when none of it was intended for him. When he was engaged in a game of ball he always flew into a passion if he made an error, or if any of the other side made a play that called forth applause from the spectators. He was angry now; but it would have puzzled a sensible boy to tell what reason he had for it.

"That captain, or whatever you call him—" began Loren.

"Master bowman," said his father.

"Well, he is a fellow, and that bugler looks gorgeous in his green uniform with its white facings," continued Loren. "I wonder who they are, any way?"

"Why don't you go and inquire?" asked Mr. Farnsworth.

"They wouldn't speak to you," snarled Tom. "They're little upstarts; I can tell that from here by the frills they throw on."

Loren and his brother didn't care if they were. The signs seemed to indicate that they were coming to Mount Airy to live, and if that