Red Foxes Ward and Van Sant divided the night watch between them so that we Elks should be fresh for the day's march. We were up early, and got our own breakfast, so as not to bother the two women; but the report came out from the major's room that he had had a bully night, and that now he was awake and was bound to see us. So we went in.
He had the Elks flag in his hands.
"Who's got that message?" he asked.
I had, you know.
He passed the flag to Fitz.
"You take this, then. You're sure going, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"All right. You can make it. Don't you worry about me. I'm fine. Be Scouts. It's the last leg."
"You be a Scout, too. If we're to be Scouts, on the march, you ought to be a Scout, in the hospital."
"I will." He knew what we meant. "But I wish I could go."