CHAPTER IX.
ORDERS FOR "OVER THERE" During the next drill period Sergeant Kelly, hearing an angry voice, glanced out through the window.
In the last draft to the company some green recruits had come in, men who had been drafted to the National Army and sent to the Regulars to fill up.

Among them were Privates Ellis and Rindle.
"About face!" rapped out the crisp tones of Corporal Barrow, as he glared at eight men in double rank.
Badly enough most of them turned.

"You poor mutt-heads!" rasped the corporal.

"Do you think you'll ever make soldiers ?" In a jiffy Kelly reached for his campaign hat, put it on, and stepped out into the corridor, passing out and heading for the drill ground.
"Right dress!" called out Corporal Barrow.

"Front! Rotten! I wonder if you fellows think you'll ever be soldiers ?" Plainly the recruits were chafing under the lash of the corporal's tongue.