"Here comes Bunny now," announced Mr. Terry.
Bunny appeared, setting bread and butter on the table, distributing knives, forks and spoons at the places and filling the water glasses.
"Will you bring the first course of our dinner right along now, waiter?" Hal asked pleasantly.
"When I can," came the half surly reply. "You'll have to wait your turn with the other customers."
"We expect to do that," Hal agreed, without resentment. "But we've been waiting about forty minutes now, and many others have been served who came in since we did."
"You needn't think you're running this restaurant," sneered the waiter.
"By no means," Hal agreed. "But we are at least paying for our food, for attendance and civility."
"You'll get all the attendance you're entitled to," grumbled the waiter. "Don't think you own the earth. Soldiers are no good."
"A lot of people entertain that opinion," Hal answered quietly, turning his back on the impudent waiter.
All might still have gone well, had Bunny been content to drop it there. But, as readers of the first volume in this series, "Uncle Sam's Boys in the Ranks," are aware, Bunny had been bred in contempt of the military and of everything connected with it.