Pug Kennedy lived up to his reputation. He was a “scrapper,” and he did little but growl at every new order. He did not see any reason for this, nor sense in that, and only the fact that he did his growling in a low voice saved him from being disciplined. The officers did not hear him.
It was three or four days after the arrival of Ned, Bob, and Jerry at Camp Dixton that Bob came hurrying up to his chums with a pleased look on his face.
“What is it, Chunky?” asked Ned. “Have you managed to squeeze another mess call into the day’s program?”
“No. But we’re going to get into uniforms to-day. I just heard our captain say so,” answered the stout lad. “Now we’ll look like real soldiers!”
Bob was right. A few minutes later came the call for the recruits to line up and proceed to the quartermaster’s department to be measured for uniforms.
“Now this is something like!” exclaimed Bob.
[CHAPTER XVI]
HOT WORDS
“What’ll we do with our old suits?” asked Ned, as, with his chums, he walked toward the clothing department, a store in itself.