Look here--these rows of white stones are the Russians;--these brown stones are the English," said he, beginning to marshal another set into mysterious order some distance from the white stones.

"Now what shall I do for some guns ?" Daisy in a very great state of delight began to make search for something that would do to stand for artillery; but Capt.

Drummond presently solved the question by breaking some twigs from the tree overhead and cutting them up into inch lengths.

These little mock guns he distributed liberally among the white stones, pointing their muzzles in various directions; and finally drew some lines in the sand which he informed Daisy were fortifications.

Daisy looked on; it was better than a fairy tale.
"Now Daisy, we are ready for action.