"
"Young," commented the Captain, "but you look strong enough to stand the
life." He put out his hand. "I'm glad to have you. We need men these days,
and we can always handle a few recruits. You can stay here with Corporal
Brewster until you're assigned to a squad. I'll have some bedding sent down
here for you to use until you draw your kit." He started out, then paused.
"Don't be too disappointed, Brewster. There'll be other chances."
"Keep me in mind for the first chance, Captain."
"I'll promise you that."
"Thank you, sir," said Bert. "Do you know who will take my place?"
"Not yet," replied Captain Moffat. "I'll have to select a man."
He left the tent, his heavy sword clanking as he walked. Tom resumed his
seat beside Bert.
"What is this scheme of yours, Bert?" he asked. "Can't you tell me? Is it a
secret?"
Bert considered the matter for nearly a minute, while Tom watched him
intently. "Yes, it's a secret," replied Bert; then he added, "But I'll tell
you."
"If it's a military secret, perhaps you'd better not. Of course I wouldn't
tell anyone, but...."
"No, it's all right for me to tell you." Bert put his hand into his
knapsack which lay beside his bed and pulled forth a map.
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