(With commendable thrift, Enver patented his invention, and it is rumored that he has drawn a comfortable fortune from its sale.) An excellent uniform it is, on the whole; but, to our disgust, we found that in the great olive-drab pile to which we were led, there was not a single new one.

All were old, discarded, and dirty, and the mere thought of putting on the clothes of some unknown Arab legionary, who, perhaps, had died of cholera at Mecca or Yemen, made me shudder.

After some indecision, my friends and I finally went up to one of the officers and offered to _buy_ new uniforms with the money we expected daily from our families.

The officer, scenting the chance for a little private profit, gave his consent.
The days and weeks following were busy ones.

From morning till night, it was drill, drill, and again drill.