ONE: U ar a Frawd!!! That's what U ar!!!The Orderly started to obey, when a regiment which had been ordered to report at Headquarters came up at quick step, halted, and ordered arms with much clatter. The frightened horse bounded off down the road, with the Deacon sawing on the lines and trying to stop him.
FORE:"Now, boys, there's your kits. Give you your guns tomorrow. Hurry back to the company street and set up those tents on railroad time, for it's going to rain. Jump, now.""Hello, boys," said a weak voice, which was unmistakably Alf Russell's.
FORE:'how Do You Like the Looks of That, Old Butternut 169