“I hope we’re going to see some active service,” said Adrian to Donald in an undertone, which was intended for the ears of the officer, although it was supposed not to be.
“I’ll bet we will,” replied Donald in the same manner. “The major here is all right.”
Don Carlos squared his shoulders and threw out his chest, the remark having greatly pleased his vanity. And right here it may be said that Don Carlos was as brave and dashing a revolutionist as there was in the army, his only weakness being his egotism. Because of this his judgment
was bad, and courage without wisdom is quite apt to get one into trouble.
“Well,” muttered Billie, who had quickly caught on to the game, “I’d like to know where I’m going before I join any company. The major may be all right, but unless he gets a chance, what can he do?”
“We’ll have plenty of chance,” interrupted the major.
“Yes, I know,” grumbled Billie, “to stand in a trench and shoot at nothing. What I want is something with a dash!”
“We’ll have that, too,” declared Don Carlos. “What would you say to a raid across the river and a fight with the patrol?”
“Fine! That’s the kind of a job for me!”
“How about your comrades?”