“By thunder, a good idea! I’ll get the howitzer. You wait here.”
“And a squad to serve it, sir,” Jerry anxiously called after.
“Oh, we’ll serve it, you bet!”
The lieutenant returned at full speed with the gun dismantled and a squad carrying the pieces. Lieutenant Grant’s face lighted as he saw them hustling in to him.
“Now for it, then! You’re Lieutenant——?”
“Lieutenant Fry, of the Voltigeurs.”
“I’m Grant, of the Fourth Infantry. Shall you take command, or I, sir?”
“You, of course, lieutenant.”
“Follow me with the gun, men.”