"Don't you remember what policing a camp is?" asked George Granbury.
"Upon my honor, I do not."
"It means to clean up the streets, burn up the rubbish, and all that."
"Thank you, but I do not—ah—care to become a street cleaner," returned
Tubbs, with great dignity.
"Sorry, but I'm afraid you are not cut out for a corporalship," came from Tom.
"I didn't say a corporalship, Tom, I said—"
"Excuse me, I meant a sergeantship."
"No, I said—"
"Make it a second lieutenantship, then, Tubby. Anything to be friends, you know."
"I said—"