“Gee, but this has been some day!” panted Frank happily, after it was all over and the regiment was resting after its well-earned victory.
“This is the end of a perfect day,” hummed Billy.
“The biggest day the old Thirty-seventh has had yet,” declared Tom.
“There’s just one thing lacking,” said Frank, “and that is that Bart isn’t with us. I’m going to try to get leave the first thing in the morning and get over to the hospital.”
Just then Corporal Wilson, whom they knew well, came up to them.
“Been to mess yet?” he asked.
“Sure thing,” grinned Billy, “and what we did to that chow was a sin and a shame.”
The corporal smiled.
“That’s good,” he said. “I’m looking for a few volunteers. And when I say volunteers you fellows know that the work I have in mind is dangerous, so dangerous in fact that I wouldn’t feel justified in ordering men to do it.”
All three sprang to their feet.