THE ARMY "ON THE JOB" "You, Dick ?" gasped Tom, stumbling ruefully to his feet.

Then he leaped at his late foe, throwing his arms around him.

The two fairly hugged each other, Yes; here was Dick Prescott, not so many weeks a graduate of the Military Academy at West Point, and now, if you please, Second Lieutenant Richard Prescott, United States Army! "Well, of all the strange things that the Illinois Central Railroad brings into Alabama!" grunted Tom, now gripping Dick by the hand and holding on as though he never meant to let go.
"If the Illinois Central had built its tracks through to Blixton I probably would have arrived at a civilized hour," laughed Dick.

"As it was, I had to come in on a wood-burning, backwoods road and the train was only five hours and a half behind schedule.

Then, from a sleepy policeman I got directions that enabled me to find this place after an hour's hard work." To what effect?
Only to be pounced upon by you as though you had caught me in the act of stealing all the water in the Gulf of Mexico!" "Stop your roasting," laughed Tom joyfully.