“Yes,” Chester broke into the conversation. “We have talked it over, and we have decided that we would like to see service in the Eastern theater of war.”
“Hm-m-m,” said the Duke, stroking his mustache, “and have you picked out the branch of the service to which you would like to be attached?”
“Yes, sir,” said Hal; “we have.”
“And that is?” questioned the Grand Duke.
“The cavalry, Your Excellency–the Cossacks.”
The Grand Duke jumped to his feet in surprise.
“Well, well!” he exclaimed. “You have certainly picked out the most difficult thing you could have asked me. Still, I have no doubt it can be arranged.”
“If it will inconvenience you, your Excellency—” Chester began.
“Tut! Tut!” the Grand Duke interrupted him, with a wave of his hand. “It shall be done. Consider the matter settled. Do you know anything of the Cossacks?”
“Why, yes, Your Excellency,” replied Hal. “We have read considerable about them.”