"Here you are," continued the steward, capping the capsule and passing it to the unwilling victim.
Kelly dropped the capsule into his mouth, resolving to hold it there until he could get outside.
"Here's a glass of water. Wash it down," ordered the hospital steward. "Then you can open your mouth and I'll make sure that you've swallowed the stuff."
"Can't ye be after taking a soldier's word?" demanded Kelly, with a burst of virtuous indignation.
"Not where quinine's the medicine," returned the steward, grinning. "Now, down with the water, and then open your mouth."
There was no chance for sleight of hand here. Kelly actually swallowed the hated stuff, then submitted the proof.
"Here are the other capsules," went on the steward, handing the victim a small pill box. "Take one of the capsules at bed time and the other two to-morrow morning and noon. Sergeant Overton, it will be as well for you to see that Kelly obeys the order."
"May I go now?" demanded Kelly.
"Yes."
So sergeant and private passed out together.