“Oh, I can wait, sir. I ain’t in no hurry.”
“Obey your orders, sir,” cried Archie sternly.
“Right, sir,” was the prompt reply; and the private followed his officer’s example, this being repeated in each case, with results doubly satisfactory to Peter Pegg. “They make capital bread here, sir, don’t they?” he said, smiling, as he partook heartily of his share of the food.
“Yes,” replied Archie quietly. “I seem to be able to taste it better this morning.”
“That’s good, sir. Ready for a piece more?”
“Yes; about half as much as you gave me.”
The repast went on till Archie refused another portion.
“Give me some more water. I think I can manage,” he said. “Now,” he continued, after drinking, “take as much water as you like.”
“Sure you won’t have some more, sir?”
“Quite.”