Secret Service men had been put on the trail, but had failed to find the fellow.
"Now, maybe a soldier sometimes says more than he means," broke in Sergeant Kelly, who had come up behind the pair on the nearly deserted drill ground.

"Soldiers are like other people in that respect." "But not Mock," Riley objected.

"He's a bad egg." "I don't say he isn't," Kelly rejoined.

"What I'm advising you is not to conclude that a man is worthless just because he talks.
For that matter, Riley, I believe that the men we have most to fear are spies who manage to get in the Army, talk straight and do their work well, and all the time they're plotting all kinds of mischief.

Like the fellow or the chaps who put that powdered glass in the chow of F company not long ago." "Here's hoping I live to see Mock hanged!" grumbled Private Riley, as Sergeant Kelly moved away.
Kelly, who had served as sergeant with Dick in other regiments, had followed him into the Ninety-ninth.