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