"Well," commented Bart, "he'll have all the fighting he wants from now on."
"Yes," agreed Frank with a laugh, "with snakes that wear helmets."
"Look who's here, boys!" exclaimed Tom suddenly, as they saw four soldiers approaching with a prisoner under guard.
"Why, it's Nick Rabig!" they exclaimed in unison as they recognized the burly figure that slouched sullenly along between the quartette guarding him.
"What has he been up to, now, I wonder?" questioned Billy curiously as they sauntered forward to intercept the party.
Rabig favored them with a scowl that had rarely been absent from his face since he had been caught in the draft.
"What's the trouble?" asked Frank of the leader of the file, whom he happened to know.
"Insubordination," was the terse response. "Refused to salute an officer."
"Putting him in the jug on general principles," volunteered another, who was more communicative. "He's been shirking ever since he got here."
"A bad egg," added the third. "It's lucky there aren't many of his type among the boys. The Huns would have an easy job if they were all like him."