"Well, no," replied Ralph, "but that didn't make any difference. We are used to taking chances."
"You deserve great credit for the work. Orderly, take the names of these young men, and assign them quarters. Be at my office in an hour," he said.
"Thank you; we will be there," said Alfred. "Where shall we take these vans?"
"The officer in charge of transportation will direct you," was the reply.
After the loads had been disposed of and they were walking toward the commandant's quarters, Ralph said: "We seem to get into the service by the back-door route right along."
"Why, do you think they will give us a job running those vans?" asked Alfred.
"Possibly so; but I don't want any of it in mine. I'd like to join the artillery and smash the life out of those fellows who are shelling Devil's Cut," replied Ralph.
At the appointed time the boys entered the commandant's office. The drivers of the different vans were present, and all greeted the two boys with considerable show of appreciation.
"How did it happen that you were on the goods vans?" asked the officer.