There was immense jubilation among the Army Boys when their idolized comrade resumed his place in the ranks.
"You can't keep a squirrel on the ground," exulted Tom, as he gave his friend a tremendous thump on the back.
"Or Frank Sheldon away from the firing line," grinned Bart, looking at his friend admiringly.
"You didn't think I was going to stay in that dinky hospital when there was so much doing, did you?" laughed Frank. "Say, fellows, if my leg had been broken instead of just sprained, I'd have died of a broken heart. I've got to get busy now and get even with the boches for that crack on the head they gave me. It's a good thing it's solid ivory, or it would have been split for fair."
"You don't need to worry about paying the Germans back," chuckled Billy. "You paid them in advance. You don't owe them a thing. Say, what George Washington did to the cherry tree with his little hatchet wasn't a circumstance to what you did to the Huns with that axe of yours. The axe is your weapon, Frank. A rifle doesn't run one, two, three, compared with it."
"I'll admit that the axe work was good as a curtain raiser," remarked Tom. "But the real show was when those machine guns and their crews were blown to pieces. That made the work of the regiment easy."
"It was classy work," agreed Will Stone, who came along just then and heard what they were talking about.
"How are the tanks?" asked Frank of the newcomer. "I suppose old Jumbo is just spoiling for a fight."
"I guess he is," replied Stone, with a touch of affection in his voice for the monster tank that he commanded, "and from all I hear he's going to get lots of it."
"I guess we all are," said Bart.