"After that I'll go out and see how the platoon commanders are getting along with their new work.

I hear that we're to have some drafts of new men to-morrow." "Yes," Greg nodded.

"Recruits from Chicago, and also from Boston.
Some day we may hope to have our companies filled up to full strength." "Small chance to get over to France until our companies are filled," Prescott smiled, as he stood up, looked himself over and started for the door.
Captain Greg Holmes followed at his heels.

No word was spoken of the recent trouble with Cartwright, not even when they crossed the road below and started for their respective company offices.
Paper work engrossed Prescott's attention for an hour or so.
During this time he occasionally glanced up to note what was taking place beyond the window in front of his desk.

His four second lieutenants were in command of the platoons to-day, instead of sergeants.