Dan had given the young recruit a warning glance, whereat the lad checked himself and volunteered no further information.
“Davis, is this true?” demanded the quartermaster sternly.
“Yes, sir.”
“One of these men threw a piece of pie at you?”
“A piece of pie hit me in the face. There were two pieces thrown.”
“Both at you?”
“I think not.”
“One struck me in the face and the other hit my friend Sam, sir.”
“You know who threw the pie?”