“That’s good.”
“But I didn’t find much to do in the tent.”
“I suppose not. Well, I’m on quartermaster detail, and I may not be back to-night. You’ll have to look out for yourself.”
“Can I stay?”
“Where?”
“With you and the Fourth Infantry.”
“I shouldn’t wonder,” Lieutenant Grant smiled. “How are you at foraging?”
“I don’t know. I’ll try.”
“Pompey’ll teach you. He’ll take eggs from a setting hen. If Lieutenant Smith turns up and asks who you are, you tell him you’re attached to the Fourth Infantry as chief forager for Lieutenant U. S. Grant.”