The Third Cavalry has divided chuck with me mor'n once, an' I ain't goin' back on one of the boys for the price of a meal." Our hands met, clasped closely lying across the desk, our eyes glowing with suddenly aroused memories of comradeship in a foreign land.

Then I repinned the medal to the front of my rough shirt, gulping a bit as I strove to speak calmly.
"It's a woman," I explained, nodding toward the door.

"I found her out there hungry.

Could we have that table yonder behind the screen ?" "Sure; and don't be afraid to order the best in the house.

Damn me, but that was some fight we had at Baliancan, even if the history folks don't say much about it.