Uncle Sam's Boys with Pershing's Troops eBook

H. Irving Hancock
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 139 pages of information about Uncle Sam's Boys with Pershing's Troops.

“That was all he did, sir.”

“And you made two distinct efforts to hit him?”

“Y-y-yes, sir.”

“Was anything said that, in your opinion, justified you in attempting to strike a brother officer?”

“At the time I thought Captain Holmes had justified my attempt to \ strike him.”

“Do you still think so?”

“N-no, sir.  I was undoubtedly too impetuous.”

“And you attempted to strike Captain Prescott only because he tried to restrain you from striking a brother officer?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is there anything more to be said or explained by any of you gentlemen?”

“Nothing, sir,” came from three pairs of lips.

“Then, since none of you wishes to prefer charges,” pursued Colonel Cleaves, “I will say that the whole affair, as far as it has been explained to me, looks like a childish quarrel to have taken place between officers and gentlemen.  On the statements made to me, I will say that I believe that Captain Cartwright was most to blame.  I therefore take this opportunity to rebuke him.  Captain Prescott, of course, you understand that I accept your assurance that you did not write the note I showed you.  Keep the peace after this, gentlemen, and make an honest effort to promote brotherliness of spirit with all the officers of the service, and especially of this regiment.  That is all.”

Saluting, the three captains stepped out into the sunlight.  The sentry pacing on headquarters post swung his rifle from shoulder arms down to port arms, then came to present arms before the officers, who acknowledged his formal courtesy by bringing their hands up smartly to the brims of their campaign hats.

“Well, that’s over!” announced Cartwright, in a tone of relief.

“And will never be repeated,” said Greg.

“But you will admit, Holmes, that you’ve picked a good deal on me, from time to time,” Cartwright pressed, in a half-aggrieved tone.

“I will admit, for you both,” smiled Dick, “that you’re in danger of starting something all over again unless you shut up and make a fresh, better start.  So we won’t refer to personal matters again, but we come to your company’s barracks first, Cartwright, and when we get there we will shake hands and agree to remember that we’re all engaged in a fierce effort to make the Ninety-ninth the best American regiment.”

In silence the three pursued their way to C company’s building.  Here they halted.

“To the Ninety-ninth, best of ’em all,” proposed Prescott, holding out his hand to Cartwright, who took and pressed it.

“To the best officers’ crowd in the service,” quoth Greg.

“Amen to that!” assented Cartwright, though he strode away with a dull red flush burning on either cheek.

Half an hour later Dick’s business took him past the regiment’s guard-house.  As carpenters were everywhere busy in camp putting up more necessary buildings the place officially known as the guard-house was more of a bullpen.  Posts had been driven deeply in the form of a rectangle, and on these barbed wire had been laid to a height of nine feet.  Within the rectangle guard-house prisoners could take the air, retiring to either of two tents inside the enclosure whenever they wished.

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