One among them drew bridle near him, calling out: "Have you the right time ?" Berkley looked at his watch.
"Midnight." "Thank you, friend." Berkley stepped to the curb-stone: "What regiment is that ?" "Eighth New York." "Leaving ?" "Going into camp.

Yorkville." Berkley said: "Do you want a damned fool ?" "The companies are full of fools.

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