"Oh, so that's all, is it?" said Frank with a careless laugh as they turned away. "Well, that's the easiest thing we ever had to do; eh, fellows?"
"You said it," they agreed as they walked on, leaving Rabig to glare after them with helpless hatred in his eyes.
After that, though they remained in camp several weeks, the boys saw little of Nick Rabig and were just as well satisfied. Friction was not in their line. They preferred the easy, happy comradeship that existed among nine-tenths of the fellows.
"I should think," said Bart, after a day of particularly hard but fruitful practice, "that we were almost ready to meet the Germans."
"Well, I don't know about that," returned Frank. "But I shouldn't wonder if we'd soon be sent over to France to finish our training behind the lines."
"Right you are," said Billy Waldon, strolling tip with Tom. "I overheard a couple of officers talking about the immediate plans for the regiment, and they seemed to think that we might expect orders almost any time to go to a camp nearer the sea."
"And from there I suppose we go across," said Tom.
"I hope that's right!" cried Frank, eagerly. "I'm just spoiling to get into action."
"All the fellows feel that way," said Bart.
"All but Rabig," put in Tom with a grin.