“Nat, did you throw that stuff down on top of us?” demanded Dave.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” was the low reply.
“Yes, you do,” put in Roger quickly, and going forward he grabbed Nat by the arm.
“Roger Morr, you let me alone!” howled the money lender’s son, a trifle frightened.
“This is Lieutenant Gebauer, I believe?” remarked Dave, a bit stiffly.
“You are right. And you are—?” and here the lieutenant paused.
“I am Lieutenant Porter. I think you ought to remember me.”
“Oh, yes; I remember you now. You come from the same town that Poole does,” said Gebauer slowly.
“I suppose both of you thought it was a good joke to throw that dirt down on us?” continued Dave, eying the other lieutenant squarely.
“Oh, soldiers have got to have a little fun, you know,” said Gebauer coolly, and, taking a cigarette from a case, he started to light it.