Monty recognized the unalterable, and set his face.
"You first, Miss Vanderman. There's one way in which we can always use a gentlewoman's services."
"Mayn't I fight?" she begged, and we all laughed.
"'Fraid not. No. The women have cleared out several houses for a hospital. Please go and superintend."
"Damn!" exclaimed Gloria, Boston fashion, not in the least under her breath.
"I am sending word," said Kagig, "that they shall obey you or learn from me!"
"The rest of us," Monty went on, "will know better what to do when we know what the Turk intends, but I expect to send all of you from time to time to wherever the fighting is thickest. Kagig, of course, will please himself, and my orders are subject to his approval."
"I'll go, then," said Gloria. "Good-by!" And she kissed Will on the mouth in full view of all of us, he blushing furiously, and Kagig cracking all his finger-joints.
"Go with her, Will!" urged Monty, as she disappeared down the steps.
"Go and save yourself. You're young. I've notions of my own that
I've inherited, and the world calls me a back number. You go with
Miss Vanderman!"
I seconded that motion.