"Good. And G troop?"
"For my double flank movement I—"
"Perhaps you'd like H troop as reserve?"
"Not reserve, Captain. I should establish—"
"This is your duty, Mr. Albumblatt. Perform it as you can, with what force you need."
"Thank you, sir. It is not exactly a battle, but with a, so-to-speak, intrenched—"
"Take your troops and go, sir, and report to me when you have arrested your man."
Then Duane went to the hospital, and out with the ambulance, hoping. But the wholesome irony of life reckons beyond our calculations, and the unreproachful, sunny face of his Sergeant evoked marches through long heat and cold, back in the rough, good times.
"Hit twice, I thought they told me," said Duane; and the steward surmised that one had missed.
"Perhaps," mused Duane. "And perhaps it went as intended, too. What's all that fuss?"