"Well, Ben, how is it to-day," he said cheerily, as he extended his hand. "And how are you, Larry?" And he likewise shook hands with the young tar.
"I'm hoping to get out soon, Gilbert," answered Ben. "But what's this—a lieutenant's uniform?"
"Yes, I've been promoted to first lieutenant of Company B," returned Gilbert Pennington. "I tell you, we are all climbing up the ladder, and Larry must look to his laurels. I understand you are to be made permanent captain of Company D."
"But where is First Lieutenant Granger of your company?"
"Disappeared," and the young Southerner's face took on a sober look. "That's the only thing that mars my happiness over my promotion. After the taking of Malolos, Jack Granger disappeared utterly, and we haven't been able to find hide nor hair of him, although half a dozen scouting parties have been sent out and the stream has been dragged in several places."
"Perhaps he was taken prisoner," suggested Larry. "I heard some of the Kansas and Utah men were missing, too."
"We are afraid he is a prisoner, and if that is so,
