“Pretty well,” was Sabine’s short reply. “Going to have a great drill to-morrow, I suppose.”
“We hope to have. And I trust you’ll polish up for it.”
“Oh, I’m always polished.”
“I know you are, and I am glad of it. I wish I could say as much for every cadet in the battalion.”
There was a pause, and Billy Sabine rubbed his chin with his hand, a habit he had when turning something over in his mind. He was rather a slow thinker at the best.
“Say, are you polished up?” he asked.
“Why, yes, of course.”
“You want to put on your best front, don’t you?”
“To be sure.”
“Then you had better watch out that somebody doesn’t play a trick on you,” and with this remark Billy Sabine started to walk away.