"Yes," nodded Hal. "Our last visit to him."
"Then you won't want us along," said Jud sensibly. "But say, we wish you barrels of luck—honest—in the new life you're going into."
"Thank you," laughed Hal good-humoredly, holding out his hand.
"Send me a brass button soon, one that you've worn on your uniform blouse, will you?" begged Jud.
"Yes," agreed Hal, "if there's nothing in the regulations against it."
"And you, Noll? Will you do as much for me?" begged Tom.
"Surely, on the same conditions," promised Noll Terry.
"But we haven't succeeded in getting into the service yet, you must remember," Hal warned them.
"Oh, shucks!" retorted Jud. "I wish I were as sure of anything that I want. The recruiting officer'll be tickled to death when he sees you two walking in on him."
"I hope you're a real, true prophet, Jud," replied Hal, with a wistful smile.