“They’re not talkin’ ’bout you, O. D. That’s just a sayin’ in this man’s army which is more popular ’round mess-time than any other. Don’t worry ’bout these guys gettin’ fresh with you,” answered Jimmy.
The top-sergeant stopped Jimmy and O. D. as they were making their way back from mess.
“Say, Jimmy, is this the new guy?” asked the top, indicating O. D.
“Oui. Pop Henderson said I could get him in my crew.”
“Trey-beans. You’ll fix him up, then. Have you had any time on the guns?” he asked O. D.
“No. I was in the infantry.”
“What about that, Jimmy?”
“I’ll show him ’round that baby of ours. He don’t need no trainin’ for the job I’m goin’ to give him,” declared McGee.
“Well, be good to him. Luck to you, old man,” and the top hurried away to scare up some details for grooming the horses.
“We pull up to-night, O. D.—not right into the front, you know. About three kiloflappers from where our positions will be. So I want to get down to the piece and look her over. Got to get Betsy in great shape for this drive. We’re goin’ to take Metz. You heard that, didn’t you?”