CHAPTER XVII.
TELLS ABOUT CAMP-FIRE AND SKINNY All of a sudden I heard a fellow shout, "There he is!" And then everbody around the camp-fire set up a howl.
Skinny was standing in the dark away from the fire, just as if he was afraid to come in among the fellows.

His uniform was all wrinkled and stained and he looked even worse than he did other times.

There was a long mark on his cheek where I guess the gold dust twin had scratched him, and he didn't have his hat or his shoes.

_Good night_, he didn't look much like pictures you see of heroes.

But he was all quieted down, that was one thing.