As the horse quickened his pace, Kettle dropped the reins, and grasping Corporal around the neck, hung on desperately as the horse sped around the great ellipse.

At a word from Sergeant Briggs, the horse stopped and walked sedately to the middle of the hall.

Kettle slipped off and staggered to his feet.
[Illustration: Kettle dropped the reins, and grasping Corporal around the neck, hung on desperately.] "Good Gord A'mighty," he groaned, to Sergeant Briggs, "I k'yarn' ride that air hoss, Mr.Briggs, and I ain't a goin' to, neither.

Miss Betty, she tole me the way to surve my country wuz to look after the baby and her, so I'm jes' goin' to resign from the army and go home, 'cause it's scrub day." "You go to the orficer of the day, and report yourself under arrest," promptly replied Briggs.

"His office is in the headquarters building and he'll straighten you out, I'm thinkin'." Kettle started off cheerfully enough, but instead of going to the headquarters building he made a bee line for the C.O.'s house, where he at once took off his coat and went down on his knees to scrub the pantry.