"I am going on that hike," said Porky, standing up and stamping himself comfortably into his clothes.
"So'm I," said his brother, likewise stamping.
"Try for something else, kid," said the Lieutenant. "You can't get in on this. It is strictly staff."
"Watch me!" said young Porky, the cocksure. He hurried to the door and disappeared, while Beany, a trifle slower in his dressing, roared, "Wait for me!"
A muttered response of some sort was the only satisfaction given.
Beany grinned. "He is always so sudden!" he complained, addressing the Lieutenant.
"Might as well stay here until he comes back. I never like to butt in on Porky's talky-talks. He most generally knows what he wants to say, and he don't need any help in getting it out of his system. I certainly hope we can go with the General. You are always yelling about that old silver plate you have on your topknot. Look at us: seems like we just can't get into a trench. Honest Injun, I'm so sick of this old chateau—"
"I never did see such a pair!" said Lieutenant Parker. "Didn't you have enough of an adventure the other night to last you two or three days?"
He was going on, when Porky burst into the room. He threw up his hat.
"Better, much better than I ever hoped," he crowed.