There followed a rattling of dishes and a scraping of feet as the apprentices seated themselves at the long table, each with a keen zest for his morning meal.
CHAPTER III—WHO THREW THE PIE?
The breakfast consisted of creamed chipped beef, potatoes and hot corn bread, topped off with apple pie.
“This looks good to me,” muttered Sam Hickey in a low tone, because out of the corners of his eyes he saw the quartermaster observing him attentively.
After they were well started on the meal, the officer left the room in order that the new boys might get acquainted, which would not be likely as long as he was in the room.
“Hullo, red-head!” greeted an apprentice across the table from Sam. “What might be your name?”
“It might be ‘most anything, only it isn’t. I’m Sam Hickey; who are you?”
“Louis Flink. Where you from?”
“Piedmont. Where do you live when you are at home?”
“Pennsylvania.”