No one answered him directly. At the further end of the room the youngsters were raucously disputing over sleeping places, but on the four or five older scouts gathered before the fire a sudden, thoughtful silence had fallen. A year from now where would they all be! Scarcely together as they were to-night. Presently Cavvy caught Steve’s eye and his arm dropped across the other’s shoulder to rest there with a faint pressure.
“So should I,” he agreed. Then he smiled. “Steve, old scout,” he went on briskly, “we’ll have to enlist together when we go and maybe they’ll put us on the same ship. Meantime— Hanged if I’m not hungry again! Let’s see if we can’t dig up some cold turkey.”
THE END
Transcriber’s Notes
- Copyright notice provided as in the original—this e-text is public domain in the country of publication.
- Silently corrected palpable typos; left non-standard spellings and dialect unchanged.
- Left unsolved the identity of the enigmatic “Stafford” who speaks two lines but otherwise comes and goes unnoticed.
- In the text versions, delimited italics text in _underscores_ (the HTML version reproduces the font form of the printed book.)