He might kick out.

You'd better bunk.' 'Better what ?' asked H.O.
'Bunk, bottle, scoot, skip, vanish, exit,' said the soldier.
'That's what you'd do when the fighting begins,' said H.O.He is often rude like that--but it was what we all thought, all the same.
The soldier only laughed.
A spirited but hasty altercation among ourselves in whispers ended in our allowing Alice to be the one to speak to the Colonel.

It was she who wanted to.

'However peppery he is he won't kick a girl,' she said, and perhaps this was true.
But of course we all went with her.

So there were six of us to stand in front of the Colonel.