"Wait and see whether I'm right." Wonderful indeed was the speed with which buildings were erected.
The record time for constructing a two-story building with an office, supply room, mess-room and sleeping quarters for two hundred and fifty men was ninety minutes! Fast, too, was the work done by the Regular Army regiments, which had this advantage over the National Army regiments, that most of their officers were trained regulars and a large proportion of them West Point graduates.
Of the sixteen men made ill by eating powdered glass not one died, for the glass had been ground too fine to do the utmost mischief.
However, the camp was alarmed, and all food was kept under close guard and was regularly examined with care before being served.
Soldiers bearing German names were in some instances suspected, and unjustly.

Officers tried to undo this harm by talking among the men.

Yet all wondered what would be the next outbreak of spy work in camp.
Private Mock, sentenced to two weeks' arrest for being off the reservation without leave, served his sentence moodily, usually refusing to talk with his fellow-prisoners.
One Private Wilhelm was also serving a term in arrest at the bull-pen.
His name was held against him Wilhelm as a brand-new man in the regiment, and one of the few with whom Mock would talk.
One morning the latter was overheard to say: "I'm sick of this war already.

I hope the Germans win.

If I'm sent over to France I'll watch my chance to desert and get over to the Germans." "Oh, ye will, will ye ?" demanded Private Riley, another prisoner in the bull-pen.