“You’ve got a pretty good ear,” the drum major approved. “I’m a drummer short. I’ll see what I can do for you, but of course I’ll have to ask the adjutant. Anyway, you can fall in with the field music in the morning for the march. Are those your best clothes?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Maybe we can rustle a uniform for you, and have a tailor fit it.”
“Could I stay in Company B?”
“Why?”
“That’s my company, sir.”
“Oh! Is it! Well, as happens, the vacancy is in Company C, and there you go unless Sykes of Company B will exchange with you, and the company officers don’t object.”
“Thank you, Mr. Brown.” Jerry sped away to find Hannibal and practice a few wrinkles. The two worked a long time, shortening the cross-belts and adapting the drum so that it would hang properly.