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I don't know everything, but we can get together and perhaps between us we can get close to the truth." Shaking hands with the soldiers who had found themselves, and dismissing them, Dick added: "Sergeant Kelly, find out what non-combatant branch that fellow Pitson would prefer to serve in, see what unit will have him, and then bring the transfer papers to me to sign."

And you are a conscientious objector, too, are you, Rindle?" "I -I thought I was, sir," confessed the soldier. "Your questions, sir, and your way of putting the case confuse me." "And you, Pitson?" Dick demanded, eyeing the third man.

"Not if I thought the policeman would have to kill the burglar, sir," Pitson protested. "I'll wager the fellow is lying, at that," Prescott reflected, as he rose. "Take off your hat, Pitson." The soldier obeyed. His forehead sloped up and back. The back of his head sloped up and forward, so that the top of his head was pointshaped.

"Knowing that, if you are sent to some non-combatant work, some other man will have to be sent to this company to do your killing work for you, you wish to dodge fighting duty?" "Yes, sir; I do," Pitson answered unhesitatingly. "Pitson, consider the matter seriously and try to decide whether you're a moral hero or a physical coward!" "Sir, I am no mor "

After Pitson had gone Dick ordered the two remaining men to remove their campaign hats. He studied the shapes of their heads so attentively that both young men winced plainly under the inspection. "Your heads are shaped differently from Pitson's," Prescott went on. "The top of his head goes up to a point.

"I've been interested in seeing what the head of a real conscientious objector looked like," Dick remarked slowly. "I've seen your head and from its shape I believe you to be a real conscientious objector. I am going to approve your transfer to a non-combatant branch, Pitson. You may step outside until you are sent for again."

Privates Ellis, Rindle and Pitson speedily reported in the office, saluting, then standing at attention. "You men are all conscientious objectors?" Prescott asked coldly. "Yes, sir," said the three together. "You all have conscientious objections to being hurt?" Prescott went on. "I have conscientious scruples against killing a human being, sir," replied Private Ellis.

Here the man hesitated, growing red in the face. "Out with it," Dick smiled coolly. "I am a conscientious objector, sir," Pitson rejoined. "No matter what punishment may await me for refusing, I must decline to accept any duty that may call upon me to kill another human being." "Yet you would call a policeman, in the case of finding a burglar in your house?"