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The rider swung from the saddle, trailed his rein, and came with jingling spurs into the cabin. "Good evening, Mr. Keller," he said with derisive respect. The nester, lying sideways on the bed with his head on his hand, nodded a greeting. "I didn't know you and Mr. Irwin had doubled up and were bunkies," continued the jubilant voice. "When did you-all patch up the partnership?"

"We were over there at the time." "You were?" asked Anstey quietly, but shooting at them a look of amused suspicion. So many cadets were now seeking their tents that our three bunkies did not notice that one footstep ceased before their door, for a moment, then passed on. The man outside was Bert Dodge, also of the Dodge was a former Gridley High School boy and a bitter enemy of Dick's.

He could not accuse Sinclair of this killing without in the first place exposing the tale of how Riley's brother was abandoned in the desert by three strong men who had been his bunkies. And that story, Sandersen knew, would condemn him to worse than death in the mountain desert. He would be loathed and scorned from one end of the cattle country to the other.

Dick and Greg reached the encampment, and passed inside the limits, just before they heard the guard marching back. Then all was ominously quiet over at the tent of the O.C., Captain Bates. Tattoo had gone some time ago. Now the alarm clock told the bunkies that they had just three minutes in which to get undressed and be in bed before taps sounded on the drum.

Brokers and carpenters, bankers and mechanics, clerks and labourers, the new army is like the army of France, composed of all classes. One evening I had a chat with two young fellows in a battalion quartered in the village, who were seated beside the road. Both came from Buckinghamshire. One was a schoolmaster and the other an architect. They were "bunkies," pals, chums. "When did you enlist?"

Wal, you're gazin' at Monty Price an' Link Stevens, who have of a sudden got too swell to associate with their old bunkies. They're practisin' for the toornament. They don't want my boys to see how they handle them crooked clubs." "Have you picked your team?" inquired Madeline. Stillwell mopped his red face with an immense bandana, and showed something of confusion and perplexity.

They caught one of my bunkies there only a week ago." "Oh, Charlie! An American?" "No. Scotch. Only Scotty in this section, and a mighty nice fellow. Well, he'll never drive that boat again." "Oh!" gasped Ruth. "Was he killed?" "Shucks! No!" scoffed Charlie. "But his ambulance was smashed to bits. Luckily he hadn't any load with him at the time. But it would have been all one to the Boches."

Anstey, however, who had been Dodge's roommate in the plebe year, was firmly resolved that he would not be roommate to Dodge when they returned to cadet barracks the next year. Dodge hated all three of the bunkies in this tent, but Dick Prescott he hated more than the other two combined. "Yes; we were near the spot," Dick said, answering Anstey's question.

Forward, foot by foot, rushed the Khaki Boys, and on either side of them their bunkies also advanced. They were to go forward until their barrage ceased. But it was not easy going after the first rush, for the Germans had awakened to the importance of the pending battle and they were now sending over a counter-barrage.

As for Furlong, Griffin and Dobbs, it was "just nuts" for them to see their class president, lately so stately on the subject of hazing, now actually proposing to take a plebe sternly in hand. The three bunkies exchanged grins. "Tell us, Mace," continued Dick, "have you had any occasion to take Mr. Briggs in hand at any time? "So it was Mr.