You can say that each man will have a free
outfit given him."
Accordingly, the next morning early, the two lads went down to the
wharf. Presently they saw three young fellows, who were evidently
Scotch by their dress and caps, talking together. They strolled up
near enough to catch what they were saying.
"It is hard," one said, "that, now we are here, we can make no one
understand us, and it seems to me we had far better have stayed at
home."
"We shall find some one who speaks our language presently, Jock,"
another said more cheerfully. "The old man, where we lodged last
night, said in his broken tongue, that we had but to go over to
Malmoe, or some such place as that, where there is a big camp, and
walk up to an officer and say we wish to enlist."
"Oh, that is all very well," the other grumbled; "but, if he did
not understand us, we should be no better off than before."
"Are you wanting to enlist?" Harry said, going up to them.
The men gave an exclamation of pleasure, at being addressed in
their own tongue.
"That we do, sir. If you can put us in the way, we shall be
grateful."
"That I can do easily," Harry said. "My father is raising a company
of Scotch and Englishmen, for the regiment commanded by Colonel
Jamieson.
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