That brightened Hal Overton a good deal. In the middle of the squad room some of the men were having a jolly time, and laughing heartily. Down at the further end of the room, near the door, mournful William Green kept by himself and grieved.
"It's certainly fine to know that one's officers trust him, anyway," Hal declared.
"Oh, this abominable business will all be cleared up before long," Noll Terry predicted cheerily.
"I'd like to believe you," Corporal Hal smiled wistfully.
"Wait and see!"
The merriment in the middle of the room was now going on at its height. Private Clegg, who was an excellent storyteller, was relating one of his very very best, and it bore on Army life.
Hal and Noll took chairs at one of the writing tables.
A few minutes later a wild whoop sounded from Private William Green.
"I've got it! I've got it!" he yelled, dancing about like a crazy Indian.
"A bat in your belfry? Sure you've got it," yelled Private Clegg.