The sergeant sat up with a start, blinking.
“I have it!” Grant repeated.
“THEM, you mean,” said Linder, suddenly awake. “Why, man, what’s wrong with you? You’re more excited than if we were just going over the top.”
“I’ve got my great idea. I know what I’m going to do with my money.”
“Well, don’t do it to-night,” Linder protested. “Someone has to settle for this dug-out in the morning.”
“We’re leaving for the West to-morrow, Linder, old scout. Everybody will say we’re crazy, but that’s a good sign. They’ve said that of every reformer since—”
But Linder was again sleeping the sleep of a man four years in France.
CHAPTER XV
The window was grey with the light of dawn before Grant’s mind had calmed down enough for sleep. When Linder awoke him it was noon.