CHAPTER XIII.
OFF TO SEE FRITZ IN HIS WILD STATE By the time that Dick and his brother officers left the ship in the wake of Captain Ribaut, the infantrymen massed along the nearby street had been gladdened by the sight of a few score of French women and children who came to the water front to look on.
Half of the regiment was now ashore and the rest were going over the side slowly.
At the head of the pier Captain Cartwright saluted Major Wells and Captain Ribaut, and found chance to say to Prescott in a low tone: "You're always one of the lucky ones! How do you manage it ?" "I don't know that there is any system possible in inviting luck," Dick smiled.
"You're going right up to the actual front.

You'll see Fritz in his wild state.

I envy you!" "Your turn will come, Cartwright." "It can't come too soon then.

For to-day, and the next few days, I can't see anything ahead of me but drudgery." Ever since that quarrel at Camp Berry, Cartwright had kept mostly away from Prescott and Holmes.

Dick, who knew the captain for an indolent chap, didn't know whether, in other respects, he liked him.