Then he glanced up inquiringly into my face.
"Yours ?" he asked in open suspicion.
"Ought to be; cost me a Mauser bullet, a dozen bolo cuts, and eight weeks' hospital." The cashier was visibly impressed, turning the medal over in his hands.
"So! Where was all this ?" "Down in a rice paddy; place called Baliancan." "What regiment ?" "Third Cavalry." The cashier's black eyes flashed, and he extended a cordial hand.
"Put her there, Amigo," he broke forth warmly.

"Lord! but maybe I don't remember! Say, but you fellows were a husky lot o' bucks.

Knew ye?
I rather guess I did.

I was bunkin' then with the First Nebraska.
Sure, I 'll stand ye for the meal.

Put back yer plaything, and bring in yer pardner--this spread is on the house.