"I believe it's the light, lithe, spry fellows who stand the best show of getting through the enemy's line." "If all our smaller men were like you, I'd believe it, too, muttered Brayton.
"But we haven't any more light men like you and Holmes, Prescott," broke in Spurlock from the adjoining table.
"I'm going to duck the team and quit playing," protested Dick, "if Holmesy and I are to be twitted about being wonders." "But, honestly, Prescott" began Brayton, "you two are-----" "Average good Army men, I hope," interposed Dick.

"Nothing more, I hope.

At least.

I speak for myself.

If Holmesy wants to star-----" "I'll call you out, ramrod, if you carry the joke too far!" warned Greg.
Seeing that both of the chums were in earned and didn't want to hear their merits sung, the others near them desisted.