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If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: Twenty-three and a half hours’ leave</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Mary Roberts Rinehart</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Illustrator: May Wilson Preston</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: September 9, 2022 [eBook #68950]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Richard Tonsing and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TWENTY-THREE AND A HALF HOURS’ LEAVE ***</div> - -<div class='tnotes covernote'> - -<p class='c000'><strong>Transcriber’s Note:</strong></p> - -<p class='c000'>The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</p> - -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/frontfly.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='chapter ph1'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>TWENTY-THREE AND A HALF HOURS’ LEAVE</div> - <div class='c002'>MARY ROBERTS RINEHART</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div id='Frontispiece' class='figcenter id002'> -<img src='images/frontispiece.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>IN THE ELEVATOR SHE SAID OUT OF A CLEAR SKY: “YOU’LL HAVE TO TAKE THAT RAINCOAT OFF, OF COURSE.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='titlepage'> - -<div> - <h1 class='c003'>TWENTY-THREE AND A HALF HOURS’ LEAVE</h1> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c004'> - <div>BY</div> - <div class='c002'><span class='xlarge'>MARY ROBERTS RINEHART</span></div> - <div><span class='small'>AUTHOR OF “K,” “BAB,” “THE AMAZING INTERLUDE,” ETC.</span></div> - <div class='c002'>ILLUSTRATED BY</div> - <div><span class='large'>MAY WILSON PRESTON</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/title.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>NEW YORK</div> - <div><span class='large'>GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div><span class='small'><em>Copyright, 1918,</em></span></div> - <div><span class='small'><em>By George H. Doran Company</em></span></div> - <div class='c004'><span class='small'><em>Copyright, 1918,</em></span></div> - <div><span class='small'><em>By The Curtis Publishing Company</em></span></div> - <div class='c002'><span class='small'><em>Printed in the United States of America</em></span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> -</div> - -<table class='table0'> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>In the Elevator She Said Out of a Clear Sky: “You’ll Have to Take that Raincoat Off, of Course”</span></td> - <td class='c007'><em><a href='#Frontispiece'>Frontispiece</a></em></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'> </td> - <td class='c007'> </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <th class='c006'></th> - <th class='c007'>PAGE</th> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>“<span class='sc'>If a Man from the Headquarters Troop Overstays His Leave What Happens to Him, Uncle Jimmy?</span>”</td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_48'>48</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='chapter ph1'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>TWENTY-THREE AND A HALF HOURS’ LEAVE</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span> - <h2 class='c005'>I</h2> -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c008'>The Headquarters Troop were preparing to -leave camp and move towards the East, -where at an Atlantic port they would take ship -and the third step toward saving democracy. Now -the Headquarters Troop are a cavalry organisation, -their particular function being, so far as -the lay mind can grasp it, to form a circle round -the general and keep shells from falling on him. -Not that this close affiliation gives them any right -to friendly relations with that aloof and powerful -personage.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It just gives him a few more to yell at that -can’t yell back,” grumbled the stable sergeant. -He had been made stable sergeant because he -had been a motorcycle racer. By the same process -of careful selection the chief mechanic had once -kept a livery stable.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>The barracks hummed day and night. By day -boxes were packed, containing the military equipment -of horses and men in wartime. By night -tired noncoms pored over pay rolls and lists, and -wrote, between naps on the table, such thrilling -literature as this:</p> - -<p class='c010'>“Sergeant Gray: fr. D. to Awol. 10 <span class='fss'>A. M.</span>, 6–1–’18.</p> - -<p class='c010'>“Sergeant Gray: fr. Awol. to arrest, pp. 2. Memo. -Hdq. Camp 6–1–’18 to 6–2–’18.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Which means, interpreted, that Sergeant Gray -was absent without leave from duty at ten <span class='fss'>A. M.</span> -on the first of June, 1918, and that on his return -he was placed under arrest, said arrest lasting -from the first to the second of June.</p> - -<p class='c009'>On the last night in camp, at a pine table -in a tiny office cut off from the lower squad room, -Sergeant Gray made the above record against his -own fair name, and sitting back surveyed it grimly. -It was two <span class='fss'>A. M.</span> Across from him the -second mess sergeant was dealing in cans and -pounds and swearing about a missing cleaver.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Did you ever think,” reflected Sergeant Gray, -leaning back in his chair and tastefully drawing -a girl’s face on his left thumb-nail, “that the -time would come when you’d be planning bran -<span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>muffins for the Old Man’s breakfast? What’s a -bran muffin, anyhow?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Horse feed.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Ever eat one?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No. Stop talking, won’t you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray leaned back and stretched his -long arms high above his head.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ve got to talk,” he observed. “If I don’t -I’ll go to sleep. Lay you two dollars to one I’m -asleep before you are.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Go to the devil!” said the second mess sergeant -peevishly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Never had breakfast with the Old Man, did -you?” inquired Sergeant Gray, beginning on his -forefinger with another girl’s face.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There was no reply to his question. The second -mess sergeant was completely immersed in -beans.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Think the Old Man likes me,” went on Sergeant -Gray meditatively. “It’s about a week now -since he told me I was a disgrace to the uniform. -How’d I know I was going to sneeze in his horse’s -ear just as he was climbing on?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Suffering snakes!” cried the second mess sergeant. -“Go to bed! You’re delirious.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray put a dimple in the girl’s cheek -and surveyed it critically.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>“Yep. The old boy’s crazy about me,” he -ruminated aloud. “Asked me the other day if I -thought I’d fight the Germans as hard as I fought -work.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Probably be asking you to breakfast,” observed -the second mess sergeant, beginning on a -new sheet. “He’s in the habit of having noncoms -to eat with him.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The subtlety of this passed over Sergeant -Gray’s head. He was carefully adding a small -ear to his drawing, an ear which resembled an -interrogation point. But a seed had been dropped -on the fertile soil of his mind. He finished, -yawned again and grinned.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All right,” he said. “<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">C’est la guerre</span></i>, as the -old boy says. I’ll lay you two dollars to one I -eat breakfast with him within a month.” His -imagination grew with the thought. “Wait! I’ll -eat bran muffins with him at breakfast within a -month. How’s that?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s simple damn foolishness,” observed the -second mess sergeant. “I’ll take you if you’ll -go to bed and lemme alone.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“‘Lemme,’” observed Sergeant Gray, “is probably -Princeton. In Harvard we——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>But the second mess sergeant had picked up -the inkwell and was fingering it purposefully.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>“All right, dear old thing,” said Sergeant Gray.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And he rose, stretching his more than six feet -to the uttermost. Then he made his way through -the rows of beds to the sergeant’s corner, and -removing his blouse, his breeches, his shoes and -his puttees was ready for sleep. His last waking -thought was of his wager.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A bran muffin with the Old Man!” he -chuckled. “A bran muffin! A——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Something heavy landed on his chest with a -great thump, and after turning round once or -twice settled itself there for the remainder of the -night. Lying on his back, so as to give his dog -the only possible berth on the tiny bed, Sergeant -Gray, all-American athlete and prime young devil -of the Headquarters Troop, went fast asleep.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Reveille the next morning, however, found him -grouchy. He kicked the dog off his legs, to which -the animal had retired, and reaching under his -pillow brought out his whistle. He blew a shrill -blast on it. The lower squad room groaned, -turned over, closed its eyes. He blew again.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Roll out!” he yelled in stentorian tones. -“R-r-roll out, you dirty horsemen!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then he closed his eyes again and went peacefully -to sleep. He dreamed that the general was -carrying a plate of bran muffins to his bedside, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>and behind him was a pretty girl with coffee and -an ear like an interrogation point. He wakened -to find breakfast over and the cook in a bad -temper.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Be a sport, Watt,” he pleaded. “Just a cup -of coffee, anyhow.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I fed your dog for you. That’s all you get.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I can’t eat the dog.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Go on out,” said the cook. “This ain’t the -Waldorf-Astoria. Nor Childs’ neither.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Some day, on the field of honor,” said Sergeant -Gray, “you will lie wounded, Watt. You will -beg for a cup of water, and I shall refuse it, -saying——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Give him something to get rid of him,” the -cook instructed his helper.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And Sergeant Gray was fed. As he drank his -coffee he reflected as to his wager of the night -before. It appealed to his sporting instinct but -not to his reason. He had exactly as much chance -to eat a bran muffin with the general as he had -to sign peace terms with the Kaiser.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He drank his tepid coffee and surveyed his -finger nails disconsolately. The faces had only -partially disappeared during his morning’s ablution.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>“This is the life, Watt!” he said to the cook. -“Wine, women and song, eh?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>But the cook was cutting his finger nails, preparatory -to morning inspection.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now the ink pictures on Sergeant Gray’s finger -nails had a certain significance. They bore, to be -exact, a certain faint resemblance to a young -lady whose photograph was now concealed against -inspection in the sergeant’s condiment can. The -young lady in question had three days before wired -the sergeant to this effect:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Married Bud Palmer yesterday. Please wish -me happiness.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>To which, concealing a deep hurt, the sergeant -had replied: “Praying earnestly for you both.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He was, then, womanless. No one loved him. -He was going to war, and no one would mourn -him—except the family, of course. The effect -of the tepid coffee on his empty stomach was -merely to confirm his morning unhappiness. No -one loved him and he had made a fool bet that -by now was all over the troop.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At mess he knew what he stood committed to. -“Please pass the bran muffins,” came loudly to his -ears. And scraps of conversation like this:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But you see, dear old thing, I didn’t know -<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>your horse was going to stick his head under my -nose when I sneezed.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Or:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But, my dear general, the weakness of the -division lies in your staff. Now, if I were doing -it——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>By one o’clock in the afternoon the troop were -ready to move. And Sergeant Gray went into -the town. There he tried on a new uniform—and -the story of Sergeant Gray’s new uniform is the -story of the bran muffins.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was really a beautiful uniform. Almost it -took away the sting of that telegram; almost it -obliterated the memory of the wager. It spread -over his broad shoulders and hugged his slim -waist. The breeches were full above and close -below. For the first time he felt every inch a -soldier.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He carried the old uniform back to camp and -gave it to the cook.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Here, Watt!” he said. “You’ve been grumbling -about clothes. Cut the chevrons off it, and -it’s yours.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, look who’s here!” said Watt admiringly. -“Thought you fellows had to wear issue -stuff.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Laws are for slaves, Watt.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>“Keep it nice,” observed the cook gracelessly. -“You’ll need it for that breakfast with the general.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Wait and see,” said Sergeant Gray jauntily, -but with no hope in his heart.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The new uniform was the cause of much invidious -comment. Most of it resembled the cook’s. -But Sergeant Gray was busy. To pass inspection -he was obliged to borrow from the neighbouring -beds, left unguarded, certain articles in which he -was deficient, namely: Undershirt, cotton, one; -socks, light wool, pairs, two; underbreeches, cotton, -pairs, one.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Thus miscellaneously assembled he passed inspection. -He drew a deep breath, however, when -no notice was taken of the new and forbidden -uniform and when the photograph of Mrs. Bud -Palmer still lay rolled up and undiscovered in -his condiment can.</p> - -<p class='c009'>During the afternoon he wandered over to the -depot brigade and left his dog there with a lieutenant -who had promised to look after him. The -sense of depression and impending doom had overtaken -him again. He stopped at the post exchange -and bought a dozen doughnuts, which he -carried with him in a paper bag.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Might feed him one of these now and then,” -<span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>he suggested. “He’s going to miss me like the -devil. He’s a nice mutt.” His voice was a trifle -husky.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not fond of bran muffins, I suppose?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The lieutenant’s voice was impersonal. Sergeant -Gray eyed him suspiciously, but his eyes -were on the dog.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t know. Never tried them,” he said, and -walked off with great dignity.</p> - -<p class='c009'>So that was it, eh? It was all over the division -already. Well, he’d show them! He’d——</p> - -<p class='c009'>The general, on horseback and followed by his -aids, went by. Sergeant Gray stopped and rigidly -saluted, but the general’s eyes and his mind were -far away. Sergeant Gray looked after him with -bitterness in his heart. Just at that moment he -hated the Army. He hated the general. Most -of all he hated to the depths of his soul those -smug young officers who were the general’s aids-de-camp, -and who ate with him, and swanked in -and out of Headquarters, and ordered horses from -the troop stables whenever they wanted them, and -brought in their muddy automobiles to be cleaned, -and sat with their feet on the general’s desk in -his absence and smoked his cigarettes.</p> - -<p class='c009'>However, he cheered somewhat during the evening. -They were ready to move. No more drill -<span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>on hot and dusty parade grounds. No more long -hikes. No more digging and shoveling and pushing -of wagon trains out of the mud. No more -infantry range, where a chap in the pit waved a -red flag every time dust in a fellow’s eyes caused -a miss, and the men round hissed “Raspberry!” -No more bayonet school, where one jabbed a -bunch of green branches representing the enemy, -and asked breathlessly how it liked it. “War’s -hell, you know, old top,” he had been wont to -say, and had given the bunch another poke for -luck.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Before, ahead, loomed the port of embarkation. -The one imminent question of the barracks was—leave. -Were they to have leave or were they not? -To Sergeant Gray the matter was of grave importance. -Leave meant a call on Mrs. Bud Palmer -the faithless, in the new uniform, and the -ceremonious returning to her of the photograph -in the condiment can. Then it meant finding a -nice girl—he was rather vague here—and going -to the theatre and supper afterward, and perhaps -to a roof garden still later.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll show her,” he muttered between his teeth. -But the her was Mrs. Palmer.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In their preparations for departure the wager -slipped from the minds of the troop. At two-thirty -<span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>in the morning they went ostensibly on a -hike, in full marching order, which meant extremely -full—for a cavalry troop dismounted -must carry their own equipment and a part that -normally belongs on the horse. Went on a hike, -not to return.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Everything on me but the kitchen stove,” -grumbled Sergeant Gray, and edged gingerly -through the doorway to join the line outside. -With extreme caution, because only the entire -balance of the division and the people in three -near-by towns knew that they were moving, they -made their way to a railway siding and there -entrained.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was dawn when the cars moved out. Sergeant -Gray had secured a window seat, and kept -it in spite of heroic efforts to oust him. All round -was his equipment, packed tight, his saddlebags, -his blanket roll, his rifle and bandoleer, a dozen -oranges in a paper sack, as many doughnuts. Over -and round him, leaning out of his window at -the imminent danger of their lives, were the supply -sergeant, the second mess sergeant, the stable sergeant -and two corporals.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not crowded, are you, general?” asked the -stable sergeant politely.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The title stuck. He was general to the entire -<span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>troop after that: behind his back, to the enlisted -men; to his face and very, very politely, to the -other noncoms.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, go to hell!” they finally tortured out of -him; and they retired, grinning, until some wit -or other would walk down the aisle, salute gravely -and say: “Wish to report that bran muffins are -on the way, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And as the train moved out the car took up -that message of the artillery when a gun is fired. -“On the way!” they yelled. “On the way! Bran -muffin Number One on the way.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Been pretty busy, haven’t you?” he asked -when at last the train had settled down to comparative -quiet and the second mess sergeant was -beside him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not half as busy as you’ll have to be if you’re -going to make good.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>However, the troop’s attention, fickle as the -love of the mob, turned at last away from him -and focused on the coloured porter. They insisted -that he was of draft age, and that it was -the custom anyhow to take the train crew to -France with the troops it carried. They suggested -craps, and on his protesting that he had -no money they forced him to turn his pockets -out, at the point of a revolver. And boylike, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>having bullied him until he was pale, they loaded -him with cigarettes, candy, fruit and abuse.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Headquarters Troop had a train of their -own. Up behind the engine was the baggage car, -turned into a kitchen with field ranges set up -and the cooks already at work. Behind was the -long line of tourist sleepers, each with its grinning -but slightly apprehensive porter. And at the rear, -where general officers of importance are always -kept in war, was a Pullman containing the divisional -staff.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When breakfast, served from the baggage car, -was being carried down the aisles the train pulled -into a tunnel and stopped. It was a very hot -day, and in through the open windows rolled -black and choking clouds of smoke. The troop -coughed and cursed; but a moment later they burst -into wild whoops of joy. The engine had pulled -on a hundred yards or so, leaving the staff car -in the tunnel.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The windows were full of jeering boys, eyes -bent eagerly toward the rear. The end of the -tunnel belched smoke like an iron furnace, and -into it the joyous whoops of the troop penetrated -like the maniacal yells of demons.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The general, who had just buttered a bran -<span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>muffin, looked up and scowled. He took a bite -of the muffin, but he was eating smoke.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What the——” he sputtered. “Get this car -moved on, somebody!” he shouted.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The staff sat still and pretended it was not -present.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Woof, woof!” said the general in a furious -cough. “Listen to those—woof, woof!—young -devils! Move this train on, somebody! What -have I got a staff for anyhow?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The train stood still and conversation languished. -There are only two things to be done -when a general is angry: One is to get behind -the furniture and pretend one is not there; the -other is to distract his mind. The general’s ire -growing and the car remaining in the tunnel, an -aide whom the general called Tommy when no -one was near ventured to speak.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Rather an amusing story going round, sir,” he -said. “Woof! One of the sergeants in the Headquarters -Troop has made a wager—woof!—woof, -sir!—sir—that he——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t want to hear anything about the Headquarters -Troop,” snarled the general. “Woof! -Bunch of second-story workers!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The aide subsided. But somewhat later, when -the car had moved on and the general was smoking -<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>an excellent cigar, the general said: “What was -the wager, Tommy?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I believe, sir, it is to the effect that within a -month this fellow will breakfast with you, sir. -To be exact, will eat a bran muffin with you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The general exhaled a large mouthful of smoke.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">C’est la guerre!</span></i>” he said. He had been studying -French for two weeks. “<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">C’est la guerre</span></i>, Tommy. -Queer things happen these days. But I -think it unlikely. Very, very unlikely.”</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span> - <h2 class='c005'>II</h2> -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c008'>Sergeant Gray was extremely contented. -He sat back in his seat and alternately -nibbled doughnuts and puffed at a cigarette. Before -him, stretched as far as the limitations permitted, -were two long and well-breeched legs, -ending in tan shoes listed by the supply sergeant -as “Shoes, field, pair, size 11 EE.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He had surreptitiously taken out Mrs. Bud -Palmer’s photograph and decided that her face -was shallow. And after a moment’s hesitation he -had decided not to waste any part of his precious -leave in returning it. So he had torn it into bits -and thrown it out of the window. Then he had -taken a piece of paper and, writing on it “This -space to let,” had placed it in the condiment can -and put the can back in his saddlebags.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The reason of his content was that leave was -now assured. At eleven o’clock that morning the -general’s field secretary had typed on a shaky field -machine that stood on an equally unsteady tripod -the order that at the port of embarkation twenty -<span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>per cent of the men would be allowed each day -some twenty-three and a half hours’ leave.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wild cheers in each car had followed the reading -of the order. Wild cheers and wild plans. Sergeant -Gray dreamed, doughnut in one hand and -cigarette in the other. Twenty-three and a half -hours! A lot could happen in twenty-three and -a half hours. His dreams were general rather -than concrete. Girls, theatres and food comprised -them. No particular girl, no particular theatre, -no particular food. He would call up some of -the fellows from college, and they would have -sisters. And when he had gone to the other side -they would write to him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He had no sentimental affiliations now. He -had put all his eggs in one basket and the basket -had been stolen.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Lucky I’m not dependent on eggs for food!” -he mused and, mistaking the hand in which he -held the doughnut, bit vigorously into his cigarette.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Nevertheless his spirits grew lower as the day -went on. It had occurred to him that all the -fellows he had counted on for sisters would be -in the Army, like himself. He cut off girls from -his list, on that discovery; but food and theatres -remained. He reflected rather defiantly that he -could have a good time without girls; and then -<span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>considered that a chap who lied to himself was in -the class with a fellow who cheated at solitaire.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The day was hot. Kindly women at stations -passed in sandwiches and coffee, and the troop, -with the eternal appetite of twenty-odd, gorged -themselves and cheered in overhanging pyramids -from the windows. The corporals on guard between -the cars slept on seats improvised of saddlebags, -and between naps rolled cigarettes. And the -noncoms in their corner inveigled the porter to a -game of craps, and took from him his week’s accumulation -of tips.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At the end of the game Sergeant Gray took out -his money and counted it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Looks like you’d be able to give the Old Man -a right good breakfast,” observed the stable sergeant.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, it’s to be his breakfast,” said Sergeant -Gray recklessly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It is, is it?” The stable sergeant regarded him -with admiration. “Want to bet on it?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Just as you like,” was the cool answer.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Look here,” said the stable sergeant, aware of -an audience. “I’ll lay you five to one you don’t -breakfast with him at all; ten to one you don’t do -it on his invitation, and”—he hesitated for effect—“twenty -to one you don’t do it within a week.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>“Good!” said Sergeant Gray, and laid some -bills on his knee. “I’d wager I could pull the -Crown Prince’s nose at those odds. Then if I do -breakfast with him within a week on his invitation -you’ll owe me a hundred and seventy-five -dollars.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I wish my money was as safe in the bank.” -But the stable sergeant was vaguely uncomfortable. -Those college chaps had a way of putting -things over. He went out on the platform and -stared uneasily at the flying scenery.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray folded his new uniform under -the mattress of his berth that night. It was bad -for the collar, but he did it lest worse befall it. -He suspected the troop of jealous designs on it. -But he could not fold himself away so easily, and -lay diagonally, with two Number Eleven Double -E feet in the aisle. At four in the morning he -wakened, the cause being a dream that he had for -some hours been walking in a puddle and needed -to change his shoes.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Still only half awake, he looked at his feet, to -perceive that some wag had neatly blackened them -with shoe polish from the porter’s closet. He immediately -reached under his pillow for his whistle -and blew a shrill blast on it, followed by a stentorian -roar.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>“Roll out, you dirty horsemen! R-r-roll out!” -he yelled.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Still half asleep, they roused at the familiar -sounds. Grunting and protesting they sat up. -From the berth over him a corporal swung down -two long bare legs and sat on the edge, yawning. -Then somebody looked at a watch. There would -have been a small riot, but the men were too -sleepy and too relieved. They tumbled back, and -Sergeant Gray lay on his pillow and grinned vindictively.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He did not go to sleep at once. He lay there -and thought of his wager, and cursed himself for -a fool. Then he dismissed that and thought of -his twenty-three and a half hours’ leave. If only -there were a girl—a nice girl. He did not want -the sort of girl a fellow picked up in the streets. -He wanted a real girl, the sort a fellow could write -to later on.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Little quickenings of romance stirred in his -heart. A pretty girl, preferably small. He liked -them little, with pointed chins. They had a way, -the little girls with pointed chins, of looking up -at a fellow——</p> - -<p class='c009'>He wakened at seven. The troop were still -sleeping, but from the baggage car ahead there -floated back an odor of frying bacon, and on the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>platform of a station outside—for the train had -stopped—the general was taking an airing.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray blew his whistle. “R-r-roll -out!” he yelled. “R-r-roll out, you blooming sons -of guns!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And, to emphasize his authority, he lifted a -strong and muscular pair of legs and raised the -upper berth, in which the corporal still slept. -Smothered sounds from above convincing him -that his efforts had been successful he dropped the -upper berth with a jerk.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“R-r-roll out, up there!” he yelled; and whistle -in hand he lay back to the succulent enjoyment of -an orange.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Across from him the stable sergeant had turned -on his back for another nap. Through the curtains, -opened against the heat, Gray could see that -young gentleman’s broad chest rising and falling -slowly. The temptation and destiny were too -strong for him. He bounced an orange on it, only -to see it rebound through the window and to hear -a deafening roar. The stable sergeant sat up, a -hand on his chest and fire in his eyes. He blinked -into the distorted face of the general, outside the -window. The general was holding a hand to his -left ear.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>“Who threw that orange?” demanded the general.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Wh-what orange, sir?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t lie to me. It came out of this window.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I was asleep, sir. Something struck me on the -chest. I didn’t see it, sir!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Behind his curtains Sergeant Gray had been -struggling into his trousers. He emerged now, -slightly pale but determined.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I threw it, sir,” he explained. “I had no idea—it -bounced, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The general surveyed him grimly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s a curious thing, sergeant,” he said, “that -when there is any deviltry going on in the Headquarters -Troop I find you at the bottom of it. -Report to me in my car at eight o’clock.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then he stalked away.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Down the car a sonorous bass spoke from behind -a curtain: “The commanding general presents -his compliments to Sergeant Gray, and will -Sergeant Gray breakfast with him in his private -car at eight o’clock?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray dressed hastily. There was the -bitterness of despair in his heart, for he knew -what was coming. He would have no twenty-three -and a half hours’ leave, no theatres, no decent -<span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>food, no girl. And over his head still that -idiotic bet.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, hell!” he muttered, and started back.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The general was still in a very bad temper, and -his left ear was swollen and purple. He lost no -time in the attack—he believed in striking swiftly -and hard—and he read off, from an excellent -memory, the tale of Sergeant Gray’s various sins -of commission. But he did not go so far as he -meant to go, at that. In the first place, Gray was -an excellent noncom, and in the second place there -was something in the boy’s upstanding figure and -clear if worried eyes that, coupled with another -of the excellent cigars, inclined him to leniency.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But remember this, Gray,” he finished severely, -“I don’t usually meddle with these things. -But I’ve got my eye on you. One more infraction -of discipline, and you’ll lose your stripes.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, sir,” said Sergeant Gray.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He was intolerably virtuous all that day.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Late that afternoon they detrained two miles -from the new camp, and marched along, singing -lustily songs that sound better than they look in -print, and joyously stretching legs too long confined. -It mattered nothing to them that the temporary -camp was untidy and badly drained; that -the general passing in a limousine was reading an -<span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>order that meant an emergency abroad, into which -they were to be thrown at once; that a certain -percentage of them would never come back; and -that a certain other percentage would return, -never again to tramp the open road or to see the -blue sky overhead.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But a girl in a little car trailing in the dust behind -the staff cars thought of those things, and -almost ran over the company goat, Eloise, because -of tears.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Darned little idiot!” murmured Sergeant -Gray, and gave his last doughnut to Eloise.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There was no thrill, no increase over the regular -seventy-six beats a minute of his heart to tell -him that love had just passed by in a pink hat.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Until eighty-thirty that night Sergeant Gray -was obnoxiously virtuous. He had met an English -noncom in the camp, and was studiously endeavouring -to copy that gentleman’s carriage and -dignity. And the attraction of the new surroundings -had turned the attention of the troop from -him and his wager to other things. A discovery, -too, of certain conditions in the barracks distracted -them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A week here,” growled the second mess sergeant, -“and we’ll all have to be dipped.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Might as well get used to it, old son,” said -<span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>Sergeant Gray, and hummed a little ditty to the -effect that “They are wild, simply wild, over -me.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>But with the falling of darkness the high spirits -of the crowd broke loose. That night there -was a battle royal in the barracks. The lower -squad room, which housed among others the N. -C. O.’s, decided to raid the two upper squad rooms. -Word of this having been passed up, the upper -squad rooms were prepared. At the top of the -stairs were stationed the fire buckets, filled to the -top, and a pile of coal stolen from the kitchen and -secretly conveyed to the upper floor by means of -baskets, a window and a rope.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Twice the lower squad reached the top of the -staircase, amid wild yells and much splashing of -water. The hall and stairs were running small -rivers. Coals, recklessly flung down, were salvaged -like hand grenades by the attacking force -and thrown back again.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The noise penetrated to august quarters, and -the sentry at the door, placed there for just such -an emergency, having been infected with the mad -desire to fight, and being at that moment in the -act of climbing the coal rope to attack the enemy -from the rear, an officer with a flash was at the -door before he was seen.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>Followed instantaneous quiet with the only -sound the dripping of water down the stairs. Followed -the silent retreat of the warriors to beds, -into which they crept fully dressed. The officer -moved through the lower squad room. It was extremely -quiet save for an occasional deep-throated -snore. The officer smiled grimly and went away.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And in the darkness Sergeant Gray sat up and -felt of his right eye.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In the early dawn, hearing the cook stirring, he -went across to the mess hall, a strange figure in -his undergarments, with one eye closed and a -bruise on his forehead as big as an egg. The -cook eyed him angrily, and addressed him without -regard to his dignity as a sergeant.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Some o’ you fellows get busy and bring back -that coal you took last night,” he said. “I got -something else to do.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Look here, Watt,” said Sergeant Gray appealingly, -“I’ll get the coal for you all right. But -give me a piece of raw beefsteak, won’t you? -Look at this eye.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Pleased to see it,” said the cook with a vindictive -glare.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Forget it, Watt. I’ll get your coal. See here, -I’ve got leave to-morrow, and I want to go to the -city.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>“Well, you can go, for all of me.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I want,” said Sergeant Gray plaintively, “to -get my picture taken. I want to send it to my -mother.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Suddenly the cook laughed. He leaned over -the big serving counter and laughed until he was -weak.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Picture!” he said. “My word! She’ll think -the Germans have had you! Say, give me one, -will you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He went to the refrigerator, however, and -brought out a piece of raw beef.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It should have warned Sergeant Gray, lying -sulkily on his cot through that bright spring day, -the beef over his eye and attracting a multitude -of flies, that no one else had suffered visible injury. -The boys came and went blithely, each intent -on his own affairs. United action had cleaned -up the hallway and the stairs. But Sergeant -Gray, picked out as Fate’s victim, lay and dozed -and struck at flies and—waited.</p> - -<p class='c009'>By night the swelling had gone, but a deep bluish -shadow encircled the right eye. Frequent consultation -of his shaving mirror told him that he -would have the mark for days, but at least he -could see. That was something. He got up after -<span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>dusk and dressed in the new uniform. Then he -wandered about the camp.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He felt very lonely. Most of his intimates -were on leave. Round the camp the men lounged -negligently. Some one with a mandolin was -strumming it, and from the theatre, where a movie -show was going on, came the rattle of clapping -hands. Sergeant Gray hesitated at the door, then -he moved on.</p> - -<p class='c009'>What he wanted was some one to talk to, a girl -preferably. He wandered past division headquarters, -where the chief of staff stood inside a -window rolling a cigarette; past the bull pen, surrounded -by its fifteen feet of barbed wire and its -military police.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At the edge of the camp he halted. From there -one could see a brilliance reflected in the sky—the -lights of the port of embarkation, ten miles -away.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray sighed and sat down on the road -near an automobile. And somebody spoke to him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Can I take you anywhere?” asked the voice.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was young and feminine. Something that -had been aching in Sergeant Gray’s deep chest -suddenly stopped aching and leaped.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Thanks,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere -in particular.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>“I just thought”—explained the voice—“I’m -waiting for the—for a relative and I might as -well be taking people to the street-car line. The -taxis have stopped.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>A car leaving the camp threw its lights on her. -She was small and young and had a pointed chin. -Sergeant Gray got up.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s awfully good of you,” he said. “If it -isn’t too much trouble I’ll go to the end of the -line.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Get in,” she said briefly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray sat back in the little car and -drew a long breath.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s rather small for you, isn’t it?” asked the -girl, throwing in the clutch. “My brother has to -fold up too. He’s in France,” she added. “That’s -why I like to do things for the soldiers here. It’s -like doing something for him.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray pondered this. He considered -it rather an unusual thing for a girl to have -thought of. He considered that she was as nice -as she was pretty. He also considered that she -drove well. Sergeant Gray, who in his leisure -hours practiced running a motorcycle with the side -car in the air, paid her tribute of approval.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We’ll be over soon,” he said with a touch of -pride.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>“You’d better not tell anybody that.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why? I rather think our being here tells the -story.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, a lot of people would like to know just -when you’re going. They hang round the men -and offer them rides in cars, and the men get to -talking, and pretty soon they’ve told all they -know.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“They’d better not try it on me.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You almost told me a moment ago.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray sat quiet and a trifle hurt.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I am only warning you,” said the girl. -“There are spies simply everywhere. I can’t do -much, and that’s my way of doing something. -That and being a sort of taxi,” she added.</p> - -<p class='c009'>They were in a town now, and by the lamps he -saw just how pretty she was.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Thanks awfully for warning me,” he said -rather humbly. “A fellow gets to think that all -this spy talk is—just talk.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, it isn’t,” said the girl briefly but with -the air of one who knew.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The sergeant eyed her askance.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That sounds as though you knew something.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Perhaps I do. Though of course one doesn’t -really know these things. One suspects.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Naturally one does.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>She glanced at him, but his face was grave.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What I would like to know,” he proceeded, -“is what one does when one suspects.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I am afraid you are trying to be funny,” she -observed coldly, and brought the car to a standstill. -“Here’s your car line.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He hesitated. Then he made a wild resolve.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I see it,” he said agreeably. “Thanks awfully -for bringing me. We can go back now.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>She stared at him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You are not going anywhere?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, no,” he said, trying not to look conscious. -“I said that I’d like to go to the end of -the car line.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’re there.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I only wanted to look at it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very well. Get out and look at it. I don’t -think you’ll find it unusual in any way.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Look here,” he said humbly. “I’m awfully -sorry. I was just hungry to talk to some one, and -when you offered——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have done exactly as I offered. You will -please get out!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He got out slowly. He was overcome with -wretchedness and guilt, but her pointed chin was -held high and her face was obstinate.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Thank you very much,” said Sergeant Gray, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>and turning drearily commenced his lonely walk -back to camp.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He could hear her behind him backing and -turning in the narrow street. He plodded on, -cursing himself. If he had had any sense and had -got out and let her think he was going somewhere——</p> - -<p class='c009'>The lights of the car were close behind him -now. When they were abreast he heard the -grinding of the brakes as it stopped.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t want to be disagreeable,” said the girl, -beside him. “I suppose you did want some one -to talk to. I’ll take you back if you like.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’d better not bother you any more.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Suddenly she laughed. In the light from a -street lamp she had caught her first real glimpse -of his face.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Wherever did you get that eye?” she demanded.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Fighting,” he said shortly. “We had a roughhouse -at the barracks last night.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I should think you were going to have enough -trouble soon without getting beaten up like that,” -she said with a touch of severity. “Well, are you -going to get in?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He got in. She had been rather reserved coming -down, but now she was more talkative. His -<span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>little remark about being hungry for some one to -talk to had struck home. Her brother had said -something like that once. They must get hungry -for girls, nice girls.</p> - -<p class='c009'>So now she chattered and she drew from the -tall boy beside her something about himself. It -was not particularly hard to do. Sergeant Gray -opened up like a flower in the sun. He explained, -for instance, that he was to have a commission -when he was twenty-one.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Unless,” he admitted, “I’m in too bad with -the Old Man.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The Old Man?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The general,” explained Sergeant Gray, unaware -that the young lady was sitting very -straight. “He’s hell—he’s strong for discipline, -and all that. And—well, every now and then I -slip up on something, and he gets me. It’s always -me he gets,” he finished plaintively and ungrammatically.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But you shouldn’t do things that are wrong.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray pondered this amazing statement.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Perhaps you’re right,” he acknowledged. “I -hadn’t thought of that.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You might try being terribly well behaved for—well, -for twenty-four hours.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>“Do you want me to?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s entirely a matter of your own good,” she -said rather coldly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll do it!” said Sergeant Gray rashly. “Not -a misstep for twenty-four hours. How’s that?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It sounds well.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The truth is,” confided Sergeant Gray, “I’ve -got to be good. He’s watching. He told me so.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And if you’re not——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Shot against a brick wall probably.” He -grinned cheerfully. “Think of that hanging over -a fellow, and twenty-three and a half hours’ leave -to-morrow.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I hope,” she said in the motherly tone she assumed -now and then, “that you are going to be -awfully careful to-morrow.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Did you ever see a cat crossing a wet gutter? -Well, that’s me to-morrow. This is no time to -take any chances.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>At which probably those particular gods that -had Sergeant Gray in their keeping laughed behind -their hands.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The girl stopped the car at the camp, and the -plaything of destiny descended.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Thank you, awfully,” observed the said plaything -with a considerable amount of warmth in -<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>his voice. “I—perhaps I shall not see you -again.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I was just thinking—what time does your -leave commence to-morrow?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“At ten-thirty”—hopefully.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I might pick you up then and take you to the -trolley.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Honestly, would you?” he asked delightedly. -“You know, I—really, I can’t tell you how grateful -I would be.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I love to make the taxi men wriggle,” was her -rather unsatisfactory reply. “I’ll be here, then. -Good night.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray saluted and went away. To all -appearances he was a rather overgrown young man -trudging through the mud of a not too-tidy camp -to a barracks that needed carbolising. Actually -he was a sublimated being favoured of heaven and -floating in a rosy cloud of dreams.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Halt!” said a guard, and threw his rifle to -port arms. “Who’s there?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sergeant of the Headquarters Troop,” said -the superman.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Where’s your pass?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The superman presented it, and the guard inspected -it closely—the attitude of the M. P. being -<span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>that all men are Germans unless proved otherwise.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Thoroughly satisfactory?” inquired the superman.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The M. P. grunted.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The sergeant approached him and lowered his -voice confidentially.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Tell you something,” he volunteered: “I’m -not the same chap who went out on that pass.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What d’you mean you’re not?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s like this, old son. But first of all let me -ask you something.” He glanced about cautiously. -“Man to man, old son—do you believe in -love at first sight?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Last fellow who tried being funny round -here,” said the guard grimly, “had a chance to -laugh himself to death in the bull pen.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No heart!” sighed the sergeant, moving on, -still on air. “No soul! No imagination! Good -night, my sad and lonely friend. Good night!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He moved on, singing in a very deep bass:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<em>Oh, promise me that some day you and I</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>May take our love te tum, te tum, te tum.</em>”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>The chief of staff, who had also discovered that -his quarters needed fumigation, raised from an uneasy -pillow and groaned disgustedly.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>“Stop that noise out there!” he bawled through -the window beside him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The superman recognised neither the voice nor -the new quarters of the staff.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Minion,” he said, halting and addressing the -window, “hast never loved?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then he moved on, still in a roseate cloud the -exact shade of a certain pink hat.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<em>That we may take our love and faith renew,</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>And find the hollows where those violets grew-w-w——</em>”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>His voice died away, swallowed up in distance -and the night.</p> - -<p class='c012'>When he went into the lower squad room a -sort of chant greeted him from the beds: “Where, -oh where’s the sergeant been?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And the reply shouted lustily: “Out getting -measured for a shave.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He undressed quietly, and salvaging the piece -of beefsteak from under his pillow got into bed -and placed it carefully over his eye.</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span> - <h2 class='c005'>III</h2> -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c008'>But tragedy had marked Sergeant Gray for -its own. At reveille he rolled over, yawned -and without lifting himself reached up to the -pocket of his blouse and retrieved his whistle.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He blew it and shouted as usual: “R-r-roll out, -you dirty horsemen! R-r-roll out!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then, arms under his head, he lay and dreamed. -Round the day to come he wove little fantasies -of the new uniform, and money in his pocket, and -twenty-three and a half hours’ leave, and—the girl -in the little car. His pass he had already secured -through the top sergeant. It had been, with others -on the pass list, O.K’d by the captain and re-O.K’d -by the military police. At ten-thirty that -morning Sergeant Gray would be a free man.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He made a huge breakfast, and careful inspection -showed the eye greatly improved. And he -whistled blithely while laying out his things for -the official inspection, comparing his belongings -carefully with a list in his hand. Nothing was to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>go wrong that day, nothing mar the perfection of -it or curtail his leave.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But he failed to count the camp quartermaster; -and that Destiny, which had taken him in hand -forty-eight hours ago, was making of him her toy.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now camp quartermasters are but human. -They have their good days and their bad, and -sometimes it rather gets on their nerves, the eternal -examining and determining, for instance, that -every man of perhaps thirty thousand possesses -in perfect condition:</p> - - <dl class='dl_1'> - <dt>2</dt> - <dd>breeches, O. D. wool, prs. - </dd> - <dt>2</dt> - <dd>coats, O. D. wool. - </dd> - <dt>1</dt> - <dd>overcoat, O. D. wool. - </dd> - <dt>1</dt> - <dd>slicker. - </dd> - <dt>1</dt> - <dd>hat. - </dd> - <dt>1</dt> - <dd>cord (cavalry, infantry, artillery). - </dd> - <dt>3</dt> - <dd>undershirts, cotton. - </dd> - <dt>3</dt> - <dd>underbreeches, cotton, prs. - </dd> - <dt>5</dt> - <dd>socks, light wool, prs. - </dd> - <dt>5</dt> - <dd>shirts, flannel, O. D. - </dd> - <dt>2</dt> - <dd>shoes, field, prs. - </dd> - </dl> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray’s Destiny, working by devious -ways, had given the camp inspector a headache, a -bad breakfast, a shirt lost by the laundry and a -wigging by somebody or other. Into the bargain -<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>it was a fine day for golf and here he was looking -over breeches, O. D. wool, pairs, two; and so on.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Into the barracks then came fate in the shape -of the camp inspector, military of figure and militant -of disposition, to count the pins for shelter -halves, for instance, and generally to do anything -but swing a golf club, as his heart desired. The -men lined up by their equipment and the inspector -went down the line. And he opened, by evil -chance, Sergeant Gray’s condiment can and found -the space-to-let notice inside.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He looked at it, and then he looked at the tall -sergeant. Now to save all he could of his twenty-three -and a half hours’ leave Sergeant Gray had -put on his new uniform, which was against the -rules. He had obeyed the regulations exactly as -to his hat cord, whistle, collar insignia, buttons -and shoes. Otherwise from his healthy skin to his -putties he wore not a single issue article.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The second mess sergeant eying him before inspection -had warned him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’ll get into trouble with that outfit, -Gray,” he had said. And Gray had replied that -if he did it would be his trouble.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Possibly,” had been the second mess sergeant’s -comment. “But if you put him in a bad humour -and get him started—there’ll be hell to pay.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>And now there was to be hell to pay. And the -inspector, who might have been expected to walk -in one door and out another but did not, stood off -and surveyed him coldly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Issue uniform?” he demanded.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“N-no, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Take it off!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray obeyed. Once off, the full extent -of his iniquity, as to his undershirt, underbreeches -and socks, was revealed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Scrap the clothing this man is wearing,” ordered -the inspector. And to Sergeant Gray: -“Show me your issue uniforms.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now the sergeant was hard on clothing, and -particularly on breeches. Also he had given one -uniform to Watt, the cook. The single one he -was able to produce was badly worn; so badly, -indeed, that the camp inspector with his two hands -tore the breeches apart, at a vital spot, and flung -them on the floor. Something in Sergeant Gray’s -breast seemed to tear also and sink to the floor.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Scrap this one also,” ordered the camp inspector.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sir——” ventured Sergeant Gray desperately.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But the camp inspector had discovered something, -namely: That the issue uniforms of the -Headquarters Troop of the ——th Division were -of poor material. Slowly and carefully he went -through the lot. Sharply and decisively, at the -end, he gave his orders.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id002'> -<img src='images/i_048.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>“IF A MAN FROM THE HEADQUARTERS TROOP OVERSTAYS HIS LEAVE, WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM, UNCLE JIMMY?” <span class='right'><em>See page <a href='#Page_76'>76</a></em></span></p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>“Scrap every uniform in the troop,” he said, -“and send this order to the camp quartermaster.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>In ten minutes one hundred and ninety-five men -stood to attention in their undergarments, and in -the center of each squad room lay a great heap of -discarded khaki.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Leaving us rather stripped, sir,” ventured the -captain.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“They’ve got their slickers,” curtly observed -fate; “and the quartermaster will fix you up all -right.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He went out. Jove, what a day for golf!</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sergeant!” called the captain.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He avoided the baleful eyes of his men and -looked out of a window. He was rather young -and terribly afraid he would laugh.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The supply sergeant, thus called, came forward -and saluted. He was a queer figure in his woolens, -and the captain coughed to recover his voice.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Put—put on your slicker,” he said, “and carry -this order to the camp quartermaster. And -hurry!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now all the balance of this story rests on that -order to hurry, for it came about that the supply -<span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>sergeant, running, put his toe under the edge of -a board and fell heavily, and a military policeman, -discovering thus that the sergeant wore no -breeches, placed him immediately under arrest.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, very well,” said the supply sergeant politely; -and put the order in his slicker pocket. If -they chose to arrest a man for a thing he couldn’t -help let them do it. He didn’t absolutely know -what was in the order and if he could sit in the -bull pen the troop could sit in its underwear. It -was nothing whatever to him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He grinned malevolently, however, when he -saw the captain and the two lieutenants of the -troop leaving camp in a machine in the direction -of the city.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All right,” he said to himself. “We’ll see -something later, that’s all. The old boy will be -crazy about this.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The old boy being the general.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In the barracks black despair was in Sergeant -Gray’s heart. He made a wild effort to retrieve -his new uniform from the heap which was to be -carried out and burned, but the troop were a unit -against him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Aw, keep still!” they said in effect. “You -got us into this, and you’ll stick it out with us.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>“I’ve got leave, fellows,” he appealed to the -other noncoms. “I’ve got an engagement too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We know. To breakfast with the general,” -sneered the stable sergeant. “Well, you’d better -send your regrets.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>At ten-fifteen the troop, having waited an hour, -were growing uneasy, and Sergeant Gray was stationed -at a window, watching three men in slickers -tending a fire of mammoth proportions. At ten-thirty, -going to a window in one of the two upper -squad rooms, he made out a small car down the -road, and a girl with a pink hat in it. There was -no supply sergeant in sight.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At ten forty-five a scout patrol in slickers having -been sent out reported the supply sergeant not -in the camp quartermaster’s office, as observed -through a window, and the troop officers as having -gone for the day.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Black despair, then, in a hundred and ninety-five -hearts, but in no one of them such agony as -in Sergeant Gray’s. Clad in an army slicker he -made a dozen abortive attempts to borrow a uniform -from tall men in other companies, but inspection -was on, and had commenced with the -Headquarters Troop. Not a man dared to be -found with less than “breeches, O. D. wool, prs., -two.” And blouses the same.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>At eleven o’clock with the glare of frenzy in his -eyes Sergeant Gray put on a slicker, put his pass -in his pocket and left the barracks. Outside the -door he hesitated. The sun was gleaming from a -hot sky, and there was no wind. The absence of -wind, he felt, was in his favour. During his hurried -walk toward the little car he was feeling in -his mind for some excuse for the slicker, but he -found himself beside the car before he had found -anything to satisfy him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You are late,” said the girl severely.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Awfully busy morning,” he explained. “Inspection -and—er—all that. There’s a lot to get -ready,” he added mysteriously.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He was aware of her careful scrutiny, and he -flushed guiltily. As for the girl, she seemed satisfied -with what she saw. He was a gentleman, -clearly. But a slicker!</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’d better take that raincoat back,” she -observed. “You won’t need it. It’s going to be -clear and hot.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I guess I’ll take it, anyhow.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’ll be checking it somewhere, and then forgetting -to get it again.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He was frightfully uneasy. She was the sort -of girl who seemed bent on getting her own way. -So he muttered something about having a cold, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>and she countered with a flat statement that he -would get more if he dressed too warmly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>They had reached what amounted to an <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">impasse</span></i> -when a small boy flung a card into the car.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t bother about it,” said the girl as he -stooped to get it. “I have one in my pocket for -you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Thanks, awfully,” said the sergeant, rather -surprised. “What is it? A theatre ticket?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>She did not reply at once. He saw that they -were passing the end of the trolley line and going -on. He had a little thrill of mingled delight and -uneasiness. He had had no plans particularly, -except to see her again. His only program had -been destroyed in the bonfire.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Suddenly she drew the little car up beside the -road.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Have you anything you want particularly to -do to-day?” she asked.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I was just going to play round.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Would you like to do a real service? A national -service?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I seem to be doing it most of the time,” he -observed with some bitterness.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You said yesterday you were going to have -your picture taken.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Good heavens, was this marvel, this creature -<span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>from another world, going to ask for his photograph?</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I would, but this eye——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“See here,” she said briskly. “I want you to -get your picture taken. I want it for a special -reason. And I want you to go”—she felt in her -pocket and pulled out a card—“I want you to go -to this man.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I see,” he said, and took the card. “Friend -of yours?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Certainly not!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Does he take good photographs?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t know. You might read the card.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He read it carefully. It merely stated that -J. M. Booth of a certain number on Twenty-Second -Street made excellent photographs very -cheap, filled rush orders for soldiers, and gave -them a special discount. He even turned it over, -but the other side was blank.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t get it, I guess,” he said at last. -“What’s the answer?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The more I see of army men the less imagination -I find,” was her surprising reply. “I took -that card last night to the—to an officer I know; -and he was just like you. I hope you put more -intelligence into your fighting than you do into -<span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>other things. How many soldiers do you suppose -have gone to that man?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, I’ll be one, anyhow.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He rose gallantly to the occasion.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A good many hundred, probably. As each division -comes in and gets leave they all run to get -their pictures taken, don’t they? And they want -them by a certain time? Why? Because they’re -going to sail, of course.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“There’s no argument on my part.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But suppose that man’s name isn’t Booth? -Suppose I told you he’d once been the court photographer -at Vienna?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray whistled.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Are you telling me that?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I am. My dressmaker is in the same building. -She told me. He showed her a lot of photographs -of the royal family.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Every boy has longed at some period of his life -to be a detective. Sergeant Gray suddenly felt -the fine frenzy of the sleuth. But there was disappointment -too.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“So that’s why you picked me up last night?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not at all. But it’s why I came for you this -morning.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Would you mind explaining that?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not at all. I picked you up because I carry -<span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>all the boys I can to the street car. But after we -had talked I felt you would understand. Some -of them wouldn’t.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray at once put on the expression -of one who understood perfectly. But happening -to glance down, the better to reflect, he saw that -the slicker had slid back an inch or so, revealing -that amount of a knee that was not covered with -khaki. He blushed furiously, but the girl’s eyes -were on the road ahead.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I do hope you’ll help me out,” she was saying. -“It wouldn’t be of any use for me to go, you -know. But I’ll go with you. I’ll be your sister -if you don’t mind.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was on the tip of his tongue to say that there -were other relationships he would prefer, but he -did not. She was not that sort of a girl. And he -was uneasily aware, too, that her interest in him -was purely academic. Not that he put it that -way, of course.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The one thing you mustn’t do,” she warned -him, “is to tell when you actually sail. I thought -you might say that the submarine trouble has held -up all sailings, and you’re not going for a month.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All right,” he agreed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Just when do you sail?” she asked suddenly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He was exceedingly troubled. He had no -<span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>finesse, and here was a point-blank question. He -answered it bluntly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sorry. I can’t tell you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’re a good boy,” she said with approval. -“I know anyhow, so it doesn’t matter. I just wondered -if you would tell.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You know a lot of things,” was his admiring -comment.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Half an hour later he was following the girl -into a dingy elevator. He was suffering the pangs -of bitter disappointment, for on his observing that -if the fellow tried to find out when the division -was sailing he would throw him out of the window -the girl had turned on him sharply.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’ll do nothing of the kind,” she said. -“You’ll tell him what we’ve agreed on, and that’s -all.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All?” he had protested. “And let him get -away with it?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We’ll decide what to do later,” she had answered -cryptically. And somehow he had felt -that he had fallen in her estimation.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In the elevator she said out of a clear sky: -“You’ll have to take that raincoat off, of course.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He swallowed nervously.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sure I will,” he replied. “But—look here, -you don’t mind if I ask you to stay out while I’m -<span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>being done, do you? I—I’m funny about pictures. -I don’t like any one round. Queer thing,” -he went on desperately, seeing her face. “Always -been like that. I——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I didn’t come here to see you have a photograph -taken,” she replied coldly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>For the next half hour he did not see her. He -was extremely busy.</p> - -<p class='c009'>J. M. Booth proved to be a slow worker. Sergeant -Gray, who had been recently mixing with -all races in the Army, was quick to see that he -spoke fluent English with a slight burr.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“French, aren’t you?” he asked genially while -Mr. Booth shifted the scenery.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Alsatian,” corroborated Mr. Booth. “But this -is my country. I have even taken an American -name. Now if you will remove the raincoat——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray moved a step nearer to him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Can’t,” he explained in a low tone. “Nothing -under it. You’ll have to shoot as I am.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No uniform?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No uniform. What d’you think of a country -that will send fellows to fight like that, eh?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mr. Booth’s small black eyes peered at him -suspiciously.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Is it possible?” he demanded. “This great -country, so rich, and—no uniforms.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>“Uniforms!” continued Sergeant Gray, beginning -to enjoy himself hugely. “Why, say, we -haven’t anything! No guns worth the name, not -enough shoes. Why, a fellow in my company’s -wearing two rights at this minute. And as for -uniforms—why, I’ll tell you this—my whole company’s -going round to-day like this, slickers and -nothing else.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Amazing!” commented Mr. Booth unctuously. -“We hear of so much money being spent, and -yet nothing to show for it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Graft!” explained the sergeant in a very deep -bass. “Graft, that’s what it is!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mr. Booth seemed temporarily to forget that -he was there to take a picture.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But you—we will come out all right,” he observed, -watching the sergeant closely. “We have -so much. The Browning gun, now—do you know -about that? It is wonderful, not so?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Wonderful?” queried the sergeant, feeling -happier than he had for some time. “Well, I’m -a machine gunner; and if we’re to get anywhere -we’ve got to do better than the Browning.” He -had a second’s uneasiness then, until he remembered -that he wore no insignia. “It heats. It -jams. It——” Here ended his knowledge of -machine guns. “It’s rotten, that’s all.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>Mr. Booth was moistening his lips.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s sad news,” he observed. “I—but this -Liberty motor—I understand it’s a success.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’d better not ask me about that,” said the -sergeant gravely. “Ever since my brother went -down——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Went down? Fell?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Aviation. Engine too heavy for the wings. -Got up a hundred feet—first plane, you know, -testing it out. And——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He drew a long breath.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I wonder,” said Mr. Booth, “if you would -care for a little drink? I keep some here for the -boys. The city’s a dry place for soldiers. It’ll -cheer you up.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m off liquor.” It was the first truth he had -spoken for some time, and it sounded strange to -his ears. “Rotten food and all that. Can’t drink. -That’s straight.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It had not been lost on him that Mr. Booth was -endeavoring to conceal a vast cheerfulness; also -that his refusal to drink was unexpected.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Better have the picture, old top,” he observed. -“Better get this eye on the off side, hadn’t you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>For some five minutes Mr. Booth alternately -disappeared under a black cloth and reappeared -again. The sergeant felt that under a pretence of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>focusing he was being subjected to a close scrutiny, -and bore himself carefully and well.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When at last it was over Mr. Booth put a question. -“Want these in a hurry, I suppose?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Hurry? Why?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Most of the boys are just about to sail. They -come in here and give me two days, three days. -It is not enough.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, I can give you a month if you want it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’re not going soon, then?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I should say not! Do you think Uncle Sam’s -going to trust any transports out with these German -submarines about? I guess not!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>There was no question as to Mr. Booth’s excitement -now. His round face fairly twitched.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But you cannot know that,” he said. “That -is camp talk, eh?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not on your life!” said the sergeant, and went -closer to him. “I got a cousin in headquarters; and -he saw the order from Washington.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What was the order? You remember it, -eh?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All orders for troops to sail during month of -June canceled,” lied the sergeant glibly. “Not -likely to forget that, old top, with a month to -play round in your dear old town.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He was filled with admiration of himself. And -<span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>under that admiration was swelling and growing -a great loathing for the creature before him. He -would fill him with lies as full as he would hold. -And then he would get him. But he would consult -the girl about that. She had forbidden violence, -but when she knew the facts——</p> - -<p class='c009'>He gave his name and put down a deposit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You are sure you are in no hurry?” asked Mr. -Booth, scrutinising him carefully.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I wish I was as sure of a uniform.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The girl was waiting, and together they went -down to the street. Though her eyes were eager -she asked no questions. She preceded Sergeant -Gray to the little car and got in. And suddenly -a chill struck to the sergeant’s heart.</p> - -<p class='c009'>On the pavement, eying him with cold and -glittering eyes, were the stable sergeant, the troop -mess sergeant, the second mess sergeant and two -corporals. Like himself they wore slickers to cover -certain deficiencies, and unlike him they wore an -expression of cold and calculating deviltry.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Hello!” they said, and surrounded him. -“Having a good time?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He cast an agonised glance at the car. The -girl was looking ahead.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Pretty fair,” he replied; and calculated the -distance to the car.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>“We’ve been keeping an eye open for you,” -said the stable sergeant, stepping between him and -the car. “We want to have a word with you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll meet you somewhere.” There was pleading -in his voice. “Anywhere you say, in an hour.” -Their faces were cold and unrelenting. “In a half -hour, then.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What we’ve got to do won’t wait,” observed -the stable sergeant. “How do you think we like -going about like this anyhow? Our only chance -to have a time, and going round like a lot of lunatics. -We warned you, didn’t we? We——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray knew what was coming. He had -known it with deadly certainty from the moment -he saw that menacing group, cold of eye but hot -of face. And strong as he was he was no match -for five of them, hardened with months of training -and infuriated with outrage.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m with a young lady, fellows,” he pleaded. -“Don’t make a row here. If you’ll only -wait——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, there won’t be any row,” observed the -stable sergeant. “You take off that slicker, that’s -all.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not here! For heaven’s sake, fellows, not on -the street! I tell you I’ve got a girl with me. -A nice girl. A——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>The stable sergeant hesitated and glanced toward -the car.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All right,” he said. “But we’re going to take -that slicker back to camp. We promised the -troop. You can step inside that door. I guess -that’s satisfactory?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He glanced at the group, which nodded grimly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>For an instant Sergeant Gray was tempted to -run and chance it, but the girl had turned her head -and was watching them curiously. Hope died in -him. He could neither run nor fight. And the -group closed in on him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“’Bout face—march!” said the stable sergeant.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And he marched.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Inside the hallway, behind the elevator, however, -he turned loose with his fists. He fought -desperately, using his long arms with accuracy and -precision. One of the corporals went down first. -The second mess sergeant followed him. But the -result was inevitable. Inside of three minutes the -girl saw the little group returning to the street. -One corporal held a handkerchief to his lip, and -the first mess sergeant was holding together a -slicker which had no longer any clasps. The stable -sergeant, however, was calm and happy. He -carried a slicker over his arm.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span>“Sergeant Gray’s compliments, miss,” he said, -saluting. Then, as an afterthought of particular -fiendishness: “And he will be engaged for some -time. If you would take charge of this slicker -he’ll be much obliged to you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He saluted again, and the group swaggered -down the street.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The girl sat in the car and looked after them. -Then she glanced at the slicker, and a little frown -gathered between her eyes. Had he, against her -orders, gone back to deal with Mr. Booth alone? -She was mystified and not a little indignant, and -when she started the car again it was with a jerk -of irritation.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Inside the hallway, behind the elevator, cursed -and raged Sergeant Gray. At every step in the -doorway he shook with apprehension. Behind -him stretched a wooden staircase, toward which he -cast agonised eyes. The elevator came down, discharged -its passengers, filled again and went up. -Outside in the brilliant street thousands of feet -passed, carrying people fully clothed and entitled -to a place in the sun. Momentarily he expected -the climax of his wretchedness—that the girl -would tire of waiting and come into the building. -He plucked up courage after a time to peer -<span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>round the corner of the elevator. The car was -gone.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What’ll she think of me?” he groaned.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wild schemes of revenge surged in him. Murder -with torture was among them. And always -while he cursed and planned his eyes were on the -staircase behind him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Came a time, however, when the elevator descended -empty, and the elderly man on the stool -inside prepared to read a newspaper. He was -startled by a husky whisper just beneath his left -ear.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Say, come here a minute, will you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He turned. Through the grille beside him a -desperate face with one black eye was staring at -him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Come here yourself,” he returned uneasily.</p> - -<p class='c009'>With a wild rush the owner of the face catapulted -into the elevator and closed the grating. -Then he turned and faced him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Run me up, quick!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good God!” said the elevator man.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There were steps in the entrance. With a frenzied -gesture Sergeant Gray, of the Headquarters -Troop of the ——th Division, gave a pull at the -lever. The car descended with a jerk.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Leggo that thing,” said the elevator man, now -<span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span>wildly terrified. “Want to shoot down into the -subway?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Thoroughly frenzied, Sergeant Gray pulled the -lever the other way. The car stopped, trembled, -ascended. For a moment two stenographers waiting -on the ground floor had a vision of a strange -figure in undershirt, cotton, one, and nether garments -to match, surmounted by a distorted face, -passing on its way to the upper floors.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sergeant Gray surrendered the lever, and ran -a trembling hand across his forehead.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’ve got to hide me somewhere,” he shouted. -“Look at me!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I see you,” said the elevator man. “Y’ought -to be ashamed of yourself.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’ve got to hide me,” insisted Sergeant -Gray; “and then you’ve got to go out and buy -me some clothes.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>They had reached the top floor, and the car had -stopped.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll tell you later. You can get me a pair of -pants somewhere, can’t you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>There was pleading in his voice. Almost tears. -But the tears were of rage.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll lose my job if I leave this car,” observed -the elevator man. He had recovered from his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>fright, and besides he had recognised the boy’s -service hat.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Soldier, aren’t you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes. Look here, old man, I’m in a devil of a -mess. Lot of our fellows, met them outside—it’s -a joke. I’ll joke them!” he added vindictively.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Some fellows got a queer idea of humour,” observed -the elevator man. “I might send out for -you. Got any money?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The full depth of his helplessness struck Sergeant -Gray then and turned him cold. His money, -thirty-nine dollars and sixteen cents, was in -the slicker.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“They took my money too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The elevator man’s face grew not less interested -but more suspicious.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why don’t you get a good story while you’re -at it?” he demanded. “Looks like you’re running -away from something.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Great heavens, I should think I am!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You fellows,” observed the elevator man, -“think you can come to this town and raise hell -and then pull some soldier stuff and get out of it. -Well, you haven’t any effect on me.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The buzzer in the cage had been ringing insistently.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>“I’ll have to go down. Crawl out, son.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Crawl out! Where to?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t know. Can’t let you in an office. You -may find some place.” He threw open the door. -“Out with you!” he commanded. “I’ll look you -up later.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Run me to the cellar,” gasped Sergeant Gray.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Tailor’s shop there. Full of girls.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>With a hoarse imprecation Sergeant Gray left -the elevator and scuttled down the hallway. To -his maddened ears the place was full of sounds, -of voices inside doorways and about to emerge, of -footsteps, of hideous laughter. He had wild visions -of finding a window and a roof, even of -jumping off it. Then—he saw on a door the -name of J. M. Booth, Photographer; and hope -leaped in his heart.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He opened the door cautiously and peered within. -All was silent. On the table in the reception -room lay still open the album with which the girl -had amused herself while she waited, and over a -couch—oh, joy supreme!—there was flung an Indian -blanket. He caught it up and wrapped it -about him; and the madness left him. Such as it -was, he was clothed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Still cautiously, however, he advanced to the -studio. All was quiet there, but beyond he could -<span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span>hear water running, and the careful handling of -photographers’ plates. Mr. Booth, erstwhile of -Vienna, was within and busy. It irked the sergeant -profoundly that to such unworthy refuge -he was driven for shelter, but he squared his shoulders -and advanced. Then suddenly he heard footsteps -in the outer room, footsteps that advanced -deliberately and relentlessly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wild fear shook him again. He looked round -him frantically, and then sought refuge. In a -corner behind a piece of scenery which was intended -to show the sitter in an Italian garden, -Sergeant Gray of the ——th Division sought -shameful sanctuary.</p> - -<p class='c012'>Somewhat later in the day the general, having -a broiled squab and mushrooms under glass in a -window at the best restaurant in the city, put on -his glasses and looked out over the surging tide in -the brilliant sunlight of the street. Just opposite -him, moving sedately, was a group of soldiers.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I wish you’d tell me,” said the general testily -to the aide-de-camp whose particular joy it was to -lunch with him, “what the deuce those fellows are -doing in slickers on a day like this.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No accounting for the vagaries of enlisted -men, sir,” returned the aide, ordering a <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">demi-tasse</span></i>.</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span> - <h2 class='c005'>IV</h2> -</div> -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c008'>At that exact moment the elevator man, having -a moment’s leisure after the lunch rush, -made his way back along the corridor where he -had left a wild-eyed refugee. All was quiet. In -the office of the National Asphalt Company the -clicking of typewriters showed that no fleeing soldier, -seeking sanctuary and a pair of trousers, had -upset the day’s pavements. Dolls and Wigs was -calm. Coat Fronts remained inadequate and still.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He wandered back, his face twisted in a dry -grin. Then suddenly from Booth, Photographer, -he heard a wild yell. This was followed by the -crash of a heavy body, a number of smothered -oaths and a steady softish thud that sounded extremely -like the impact of fists on flesh.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The elevator man opened the door of Booth, -Photographer’s, anteroom and stuck his head in. -The studio beyond showed something on the floor -that stirred in the wrapping of an Indian blanket, -while stepping across it and on it a mad thing in -undergarments and a service hat was delivering -blows at something unseen.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>The elevator man carefully reached a hand inside -the door and took out the key. Then as -stealthily he closed the door, locked it from the -outside, and moved back swiftly to his cage, -where the buzzer showed that the carpet cleaning -company which occupied the fourth floor was in a -hurry and didn’t care who knew it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At the end of twenty minutes two roundsmen -went up in the cage. Going up they learned of -the preliminaries.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Crazy, I guess,” finished the elevator man. -“He looked crazy, now I think about it. Probably -killed the lot by this time. Where do you -fellows hide, anyhow?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Back in Booth, Photographer, there was a complete -and awful silence. Revolvers ready, the -door was opened and the roundsmen sprang in. -It looked like the worst. The Indian blanket nor -moved nor quivered. A chair, overturned, lay on -top of it, and against that there leaned tipsily a -photographer’s screen, on which was painted, in -grays and whites, an Italian garden.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m glad to see you,” called a cheery voice. -“I’m glad to see you!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Standing in the doorway of the dressing room -was a tall young man. He held a brush in his -hand and was still slicking down his hair.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>“How are you, anyhow?” demanded the tall -young man, and proceeded to shake down the leg -of a pair of black trousers. “A trifle short, aren’t -they?” he observed. “But they’re a darn sight -better than nothing!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Get him, Joe,” said one of the officers casually, -and walked toward the inner room.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, I’ll go along all right,” said Sergeant -Gray blithely. “It’s worth the price. I’m only -sorry you didn’t see it. I——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Joe!” called the other officer from the inner -room. “Come here, will you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Mind if I go along?” asked Sergeant Gray. -“I’d like to look at ’em again. I want to remember -how they look all the rest of my life.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Joe nodded, and Sergeant Gray led the way to -the studio. In a corner, roped tightly to a chair, -sat Booth, Photographer. He was bleeding profusely -from a cut on the lip and another over the -eye, his head was bobbing weakly on his shoulders, -and he wore, to be exact, one union suit minus two -buttons on the chest and held together by a safety -pin.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Joe stumbling over the Indian blanket heard -it groan beneath him, and uncovered a stout gentleman -in a cutaway coat and with his collar torn -off.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span>“Pretty good, eh?” demanded Sergeant Gray. -“Sorry about the collar, though. Booth’s is too -small for me.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Want an ambulance?” inquired the elevator -man with unholy joy in his eyes.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes. Better have one.” And to the wreckage: -“You gentlemen will be all right,” said Joe. -“How’d this happen, anyhow?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll tell you,” volunteered the sergeant. -“They’re spies, that’s what they are. German -spies. D’you get it? And I——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Aw, shut up!” said the first roundsman, wearily. -“Take him along, Joe. Now, how d’you feel, -Mr. Booth?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But I tell you——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You don’t tell me anything. You go. That’s -all.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, very well,” said Sergeant Gray cheerfully. -“You’ll be sorry. That’s all. Come on, -Joe.” He raised his voice in song.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Where do we go from here, Joe, where do we -go from here?” he sang in a very deep bass.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At the centre table he stopped, however, with -Joe’s revolver very close to him, and consulted -Mr. Booth’s watch which, with all of his money -but car fare back to camp, lay in a heap there.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You might hurry a bit, Joe,” he suggested -<span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>“I’ve only got twenty-three and a half hours’ -leave, and time’s flying. You’ll observe,” he added, -“that old Booth’s money and watch are here.” -He glanced significantly toward the elevator man. -“Eight dollars and ninety cents, Joe,” he said. -“The old boy’ll need it for a doctor.”</p> - -<p class='c012'>The general breakfasted rather late the next -morning—at seven o’clock. His ordinary hour -was six-thirty. He had eaten three fried eggs, -some fried potatoes, a bran muffin, drunk a cup -of coffee, and was trying to remember if he had -made any indiscreet remarks at a dinner party the -night before about Pershing or the General Staff, -when an aide came in with a report. The general -read it slowly, then looked up.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You mean to say,” he inquired, “that those -fellows haven’t had any clothes since yesterday -morning?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No uniforms, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The entire troop?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All except those who were on duty here yesterday, -sir. I believe”—the aide hesitated—“I -believe some of them went to town anyhow, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The devil you say!” roared the general.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I rather fancy that the men we saw in slickers, -sir——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>Suddenly the general laughed. The aide -laughed also. Aides always laugh when the general -does. It is etiquette. When the general had -stopped laughing he became very military again, -and swore.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We’ll look into it, Tommy,” he said. “It’s -a damned shame. Somebody’s going to pay for -it through the nose.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>This is a little-used phrase, but the general had -read it somewhere and adopted it. It means -copiously.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He was not aware, naturally, that Sergeant -Gray was already paying for it, copiously.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was at that precise moment that a little car -drew up outside his quarters. The general smiled -and rolled himself a cigarette.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Bring me another cup of coffee,” he ordered, -“and get another chair, Tommy.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The girl came in. She kissed the general on -his right cheek, and then on his chin, and then -stood back and looked at him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m in trouble, Uncle Jimmy,” she said. “If -a man from the Headquarters Troop overstays his -leave what happens to him?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Court-martialed; maybe shot,” replied the -general with a glance at Tommy, who did not see -it as he was looking at the girl.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>“But if it is my fault——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then you’ll be shot,” said the general cheerily. -“Now see here, Peggy, if you don’t let my young -men alone—— What’s that you’re carrying?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s a slicker!” said Peggy.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The general looked at Tommy, and Tommy -looked back.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Peggy told her story, and showed, toward the -end, an alarming disposition to cry.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“He knew something,” she said. “That—that -man Booth was a spy, Uncle Jimmy. I could -hear him asking all sorts of questions, and when -the sergeant came out his face was——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sergeant, eh?” interrupted Uncle Jimmy. -“Any sergeants from the Headquarters Troop on -leave, Tommy?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll find out, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Tommy went away.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I had got into the car, and he was coming, -when three or four other soldiers came along. -They all went back into the building, and I—I -thought they were going to get Mr. Booth. But -pretty soon they came out without him, and one of -them gave me this slicker; and—and they all -went away.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good Lord!” said the general suddenly. “The -young devils! The—the young scamps! So that -<span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>was it. Now look here, Peggy,” he said, bending -forward with a twinkle. “I—well, I understand, -I can’t explain, but it was just mischief. Your -young man’s all right, though where he’s hiding——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He broke off and chuckled.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“He is not at all the hiding sort.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Under certain circumstances, Peggy,” observed -the general, “any man will hide—and -should.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Some time later, at approximately the hour -when Sergeant Gray’s twenty-three and a half -hours’ leave was up, the little car started for the -city. It contained one anxious young lady, one -general who rolled constant cigarettes and -chuckled, and one aide on the folding seat in the -back, rather resentful because there was no adequate -place for his legs.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m going along, Tommy,” the general had -said. “It promises to be rather good, and I need -cheering. Besides, under the circumstances, a -member of Miss Peggy’s family——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>At the building on Twenty-second Street the -general got out, leaving Peggy discreetly in the -car. He was a large and very military figure, and -he summoned the elevator man with a single commanding -gesture.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>“I want to know,” said the general fixing him -with a cold eye, “whether you happened, yesterday -afternoon, to have seen about here an enlisted -man without a uniform?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I did,” said the elevator man unctuously.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You did—what?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I did see him.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Say, ‘sir’,” prompted the aide.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I did—sir.” It plainly hurt to say it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“When and where did you see him last?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“At one-thirty, getting into a police wagon—sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Exactly,” said the general. “You of course -provided him with clothing before the—er—arrest.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I did not,” said the elevator man, who had -by now decided that no man could bully him, -even if he did wear two stars. “He stole a suit. -And before he did that he like to killed two -men. Mr. Booth, he’s in the hospital now; and -as for the other gentleman, he was took away in -a taxi last night. If he was one of your men, all -I got to say is——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Of no importance whatever,” finished the general -coldly. “Find out where he was taken,” he -added to Tommy, and stalked out. The elevator -man followed him with resentful eyes.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>“You tell Pershing, or the Secretary of War, -or whatever that is,” he said venomously, “that -his pet wild cat is in the central police station. I -expect he’s in a padded cell. Good-by.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>An hour later the little car stopped in front of -the best restaurant in town and the general assisted -his niece to get out. From the folding seat behind, -two pairs of long legs, one in khaki and -one in black rather too short, disentangled themselves -and followed. The best restaurants in -town in the morning present a dishabille appearance -of sweepers, waiters without coats and general -dreariness; but the general took the place by -storm.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Table for four,” he said. Now that he was -doing the thing he was minded to do it magnificently. -“Sit down, sergeant. Tommy, run and -telephone, as I told you, to the Department of -Justice. Got to nail those fellows quick.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>As one newly awakened from sleep Sergeant -sat down beside Peggy. He presented, up to the -neck, the appearance of a Mr. Booth suddenly -elongated as to legs and arms. From the neck -up he was a young man who had found one -hundred and seventy-five dollars and the only girl -in the world.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>The general ordered breakfast for four. Then -he glanced up from the menu.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Suit you all right, Gray?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Splendidly, sir—unless——” He hesitated.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Go ahead,” said the general. “You’ve earned -the right to choose what you like.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I was going to suggest, sir, that I ordinarily -have a bran muffin——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The general put down the menu and stared at -him. Then he chuckled.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Might have known it would be you!” he observed. -“But <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">c’est la guerre</span></i>, Gray. <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">C’est la -guerre!</span></i> We’ll have them.”</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span> - <h2 class='c005'>V</h2> -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c008'>Early that afternoon the stable sergeant of -the Headquarters Troop coming out of -divisional headquarters saw the general approaching -in a car much too small for him. Beside him -sat an aide, who drove wisely but not too well. -On the rumble seat were a girl, and a youth in -civilian clothes and a service hat. They were in -deep, absorbing conversation.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The stable sergeant came stiffly to the salute, -and remained at it, the general giving no evidence -of seeing him and returning it. Then—the -stable sergeant went pale under his tan, for the -civilian emerging from the rear of the machine, -and strangely but sufficiently clad, was one Sergeant -Gray of the Headquarters Troop.</p> - -<p class='c009'>As if this had not been enough he watched the -same Sergeant Gray assist to alight the young -lady of yesterday, and it gave no peace to the -stable sergeant’s turbulent soul to behold that -young lady giving the general a patronising pat -and then a kiss.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Great Scott!” said the stable sergeant feebly.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>But there was more to come, for Sergeant Gray -had spied his enemy and was minded to have -official confirmation of a certain fact. Before the -stable sergeant’s incredulous eyes he beheld Gray, -of the undergarments, gauze, et cetera, advance -to the general and salute, and then remark in a -very distinct tone:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It was very kind of you, sir, to ask me to -breakfast.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The general looked about under his gray eyebrows -and perceived a situation.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not at all,” he replied in an equally distinct -voice. “Glad you liked my bran muffins.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The stable sergeant, who was carrying a saddle, -dropped it. Had he not been stooping he would -have observed something very like a wink on the -most military countenance in America. It was -directed at Tommy.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good-by, Sergeant Gray,” said the pretty girl, -holding out her hand. “I—I think you are the -bravest person! And you will write, won’t you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I wish I was as sure of my commission.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The stable sergeant swallowed hard.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But you’ll get that now, of course. I’ll go -right in and tell Uncle Jimmy.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, I say!” protested Sergeant Gray. “You—you -mustn’t do that, you know.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>“Aw, rats!” muttered the stable sergeant; and -clutching the saddle furiously moved away. Up -the road he met a military policeman, and stopped -him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Better grab that fellow.” He indicated Sergeant -Gray behind him, now shamelessly holding -the hand of the general’s niece.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Awol,” replied the stable sergeant darkly—being -military brevity for absent without leave. -“And you might observe,” he added, “that he -isn’t in uniform.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The girl got into the little car. Hat in hand, -eyes full of many things he dared not put into -words, Sergeant Gray of the Headquarters Troop -of the ——th Division watched her start the -car, smile into his eyes and move away. He -came to at a touch on his arm.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What’re you doing in that outfit?” demanded -the M. P. sharply.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Having an acute attack of heart trouble, if -you want to know,” said the sergeant, staring -after the little car.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Have to arrest you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, go to it!” said the sergeant blithely. -“I’m used to it now. Look here,” he added, -“your name’s not Joe, by any chance?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>“You know my name,” said the M. P. sourly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sorry,” reflected the sergeant. “Don’t mind -if I call you Joe, do you? Always like the men -who arrest me to be called Joe. It’s lucky.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He stopped and looked back; the little car -was almost out of sight.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All right, Joe, old top!” he said blithely. And -he sang in a deep bass</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c011'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<em>Where do we go from here, boys?</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>Where do we go from here?</em></div> - <div class='line'><em>All the way from Broadway to the Jersey City pier.</em>”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>His voice died away. In his eyes there was -suddenly that curious blend of hope and sadness -which shines from the faces of those who love -and, loving, must go away to war.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Wait a minute, Joe,” he said.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And, turning, looked back again. 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