"Know anyone in that signal corps bunch?" asked Jimmy.
"Sure! Every one. I've been working with 'em ever since this shindig started."
"What's in that black box the two rear men carried?" asked Jimmy, though he pretty well knew what the answer would be, as he had seen such boxes before.
"Part of a wireless outfit," was the answer. "I was just taking up that work when I got my wound stripe."
"Who were the two lads carrying the box?" persisted Jimmy.
"You mean the wireless box? Oh, they were two lads named Bixton. One—Wilbur—is a private. His brother Aleck is a corporal."
"Wilbur and Aleck Bixton," said Jimmy, and at once his brain began to do some active work.
"Yes, they claim to be experts in wireless work," went on the orderly. "But, for my part, I think they're a couple of——"
"Orderly!" came a sharp command from a surgeon, "I need you over here."
Some more wounded were being brought in.