“I’ve got two spots that need touching,” laughed Bob.
“Won’t you boys come, too?” invited the Y. M. C. A. worker, as he turned to some others who had marched up as Ned, Bob and Jerry were moving away.
“What? Trail in with a lot of psalm-singing goody-goodies?” was the sneering retort of one, and it needed only a glance to show that the speaker was Noddy Nixon.
“He’s here—worse luck!” murmured Ned.
“No Y. M. C. A. for mine!” sneered Noddy.
“Boor!” muttered Bob, in protest.
“There is a Knights of Columbus station next to ours, and a Salvation Army hut, as well as a Jewish Community station, here in camp,” was the gentle answer of the secretary. “If you prefer one of those you will be very welcome, I know. We are all working together for you boys.” 70
“None for mine!” sneered Noddy. “I want some cigarettes!”
“I can let you have some at my foyer,” said the secretary, with a smile. “I don’t smoke myself, but I like the smell of it mighty well. Come along.”
But Noddy laughed sneeringly, and would not go. However, Ned, Bob and Jerry accompanied the Y. M. C. A. man, and very glad they were to buy, at a modest price, some cups of chocolate, and also some cakes of it to put in their pockets.