“Scouts are—they’re kind,” the kid said.
She said, “Yes, but you know they’re invincible. I suppose you’ll just go and ring the bell again?”
“We—we take turns doing things like that,” the kid said.
“The general appoints scouts to do that,” I told her. “I appoint Westy Martin and Dorry Benton to——”
“I can’t be drafted, I have a dependent ancestor,” Dorry said.
Westy said, “I’m sorry, but I have heart trouble. I claim exemption.”
I said, “You’re a fine pair. I appoint Will Dawson and Warde Hollister to go up there and arrange terms——”
Warde said, “I’m sorry, but I’m not in uniform.”
“I have a dependent mother,” Will Dawson said.