“Here we are,” said Jack.
“So I see, Mr. Ranger. Why, it reminds me of the time when Captain Crawford and me took a forced night march of ten miles to get some rations. We were with Sherman, on his trip to the sea, and——”
“You must be sure to tell me that story,” interrupted Jack. “But not now. Is everything all right?”
“Yes, Mr. Ranger. But I depend on you not to say anything about this to Dr. Mead in case——”
“Oh, you can depend on us,” Jack assured him.
“I thought I could. It reminds me of the time when we were before Petersburgh, and a comrade and I went to——”
“You must not forget to tell me that story,” interrupted Jack. “I particularly want to hear it, Socker.”
“I will,” said the janitor, delighted that he had at last found an earnest listener.
“But not now,” said Jack. “We must get to work. Do you like pie, Socker?”
“Do I, Mr. Ranger? Well, I guess I do. I remember once when we were at Gettysburg——”