[Goes to straw (Right), takes out a crust of bread and a small parcel done up in paper.
Second Soldier. There, the game's mine!
First Soldier (looks up, laughing). Where's your midnight spread?
Third Soldier. Ever eat any rat? Best thing going.
First Soldier. Where'd you catch him?
Third Soldier. In my bed. Got him roasted, too. Here—
[Gives them pieces of rat and breaks the bread.
First Soldier (his mouth full). Bully! Wish I'd catch one. I'm such a good mouser, there ain't many left around here.
Second Soldier. Say, where's that young fellow, Hillary?
[Looks around.