"Yesterday was your lucky day," remarked Billy. "You had two narrow escapes."
"Let's hope it won't be three times and out," responded Bart lightly." By the way, I wonder what they did with that corporal who tried to do me up?"
"Most likely he's shot by this time," observed Tom. "If he isn't, he ought to be."
"He isn't shot yet at any rate," remarked Fred Andon, who sat near by. "I guess the fighting was so hot all day yesterday that they didn't have time to attend to him. Likely enough he's down in the prisoners' pen waiting for the court-martial."
"Let's go down and see after we've finished our chow," suggested Billy. "That is if you fellows ever get through eating. Look at Tom stowing it away. He'd eat his way through the whole quartermaster's department if he was let."
"And he's the fellow that they wouldn't let enlist because of his teeth," gibed Bart. "They didn't know Tom."
"I'm not the only one that got a raw deal," replied Tom, with whom it was always a sore point that he had been refused when he wanted to enlist, but had been accepted in the draft. "There's a drafted man here who was telling me the other day that he walked ninety miles to enlist. And do you know what the enlistment board did to him?"
"What?" was the query.
"Turned him down because he had flat feet," responded Tom. "Told him he wouldn't be able to stand a five-mile hike."
There was a roar of laughter.