But Barrow, a young man of twenty-two, who had received his chevrons after only four months of service, was in no mind to be easily pleased to-day.
"You're the most stupid squad in the regiment!" the young non-com went on.

"Your place is in the bullpen, not in the ranks." "Let the squad rest a minute or two, Corporal, and come with me," Sergeant Kelly called placidly.

"I've a message far you." Giving the required order, and lull of curiosity, Corporal Barrow stepped quickly over to Kelly, who, placing a hand on the young man's shoulder, walked him some distance away.

Suddenly the top sergeant, his back turned to the squad, grilled Barrow with a blazing gaze.
"You poor boob in uniform!" rapped the sergeant.

"Whatever made you think of taking up soldiering.