"Well, a soldier has two lives," he declared. "The one under fire and the other here," tapping his head and meaning that the memories of battles made the other life.
The cider was ready now, and the Bobbseys prepared to leave.
"I'll tell father about Bill," said Harry. "I'm sure he will save him for you."
"All right, sonny—thank you, thank you! Good-bye, lads; come again, and maybe some day I'll give you the war cup!" called the soldier.
"That would be a relic!" exclaimed Harry. "And I guess father will give him Bill for nothing, for we always do what we can for old soldiers."
"I never saw cider made before," remarked Bert, "and I think it's fun. I had a good time to-day."
"Glad you did," said John, "for vacation is slipping now and you want to enjoy it while it lasts."
That evening at dinner the new cider was sampled, and everybody pronounced it very fine.