"Hello," broke in Kelly, peering out through the rain, "there goes some good fellow to the rainmakers."
Many of the other soldiers looked. Two hospital-corps men were carrying a stretcher in the direction of the post hospital. None could make out, however, who was on the stretcher, as, owing to the downpour of rain, the unfortunate one was covered with three or four rubber ponchos.
"I hope none of our good fellows is badly hurt," broke in Sergeant Noll Terry.
"Rheumatism, most likely," grunted Corporal Hyman. "Did you ever see a country where the rain fell as steadily when it got started?"
"Well, this is the rainy season, isn't it?" inquired Noll.
"Yes."
"But half of the year we have a dry season, don't we?"
"We do," admitted Hyman. "Yet, of the two, you'll prefer the wet season a whole lot. In the dry season the dust is blowing in your face day and night."
An orderly stepped briskly out on the veranda.
"Sergeant Overton is directed to report immediately to Lieutenant Prescott at the latter's quarters."