“We’re off,” said Neil.
The quintet made for the Y. M. C. A. hut.
“Any cigarettes?” asked Joyce of the man behind the canteen counter.
“Not to-day. All out of smokings,” was the disappointing answer.
“Any chocolate or cookies?” questioned Jimmy.
“Expect stuff in to-morrow. Hard to get transportation,” curtly.
“Oh, well. We’ll live through it,” said Jimmy.
Once outside Pop Rigney said what he thought.
“What the hell is wrong with them guys? Always the same old stuff—’Out to-day; come to-morrow. I’m off ’em,” declared Pop.
“Damn if I know. Look at the Château-Thierry times when we never was able to get the stuff. I’m for the Salvation Army every time,” announced Jimmy.