Company F ... Company E ... Company D.... At the
head of each street was a small penciled sign telling them what company
they were passing. Tom glanced ahead to Company B. In front of the
officer's tent two men were talking.
"Is one of them the Captain?" he asked.
"Yep--the short one," answered the messenger. "The other's the doctor."
"What's the Captain's name?"
"Moffat--Captain Moffat."
They stopped a few paces from where the Captain and the doctor were
standing, and waited. Tom hazarded a glance down the street of Company B to
see if he could catch a glimpse of his cousin, but Herbert Brewster was not
in sight. Presently the Captain turned toward them. He was a short man,
heavily built, and his manner was that of a man who had spent a lifetime
commanding soldiers.
"Well, what is it?" he asked.
The messenger snapped to attention: he saluted. "This man wants to see
Herbert Brewster of your company, sir."
"I'm his cousin, sir," added Tom.
The Captain dismissed the messenger with a nod. "You're Corporal Brewster's
cousin, eh?"
"Corporal?" asked Tom.
The Captain laughed. "I thought that would surprise you. Yes, he was made
Corporal last week. You'll find him in the third tent on your left.
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