A good deal will depend upon the grit with which you face things." "I am a soldier," replied Dick doggedly.

"Even if I am not much longer to be one." "We will now have you removed to your cot.

We are not going to place you in a cast as yet, anyway.

It is possible that, after a few days, you may be able to walk fairly well." "In that case, captain, is it then likely that I shall be able to return to duty ?" "Yes; the quicker things mend, and the sooner you are able to walk without help, the greater will be your chance of pulling through this injury and remaining in the service." "Then I'd like to try walking back to barracks right now," smiled Cadet Prescott, wistfully.
"You are not to think of it, Mr.Prescott! You must not even attempt to put a foot out of bed until we give you permission.
If you take the slightest risk of further injury to your back you are likely to settle your case for good and all, so far as the Army is concerned." "I told you I was a soldier, sir," Dick replied promptly.

"For that reason I shall obey orders." "Good! That's the way to talk, Mr.Prescott," replied the senior medical officer heartily.