"If I can"t stand up for him, I"ll keep still," said Roy.
"Well, then, I guess you"ll have to keep still," laughed Mr. Ellsworth, "for there isn"t much defense. I did all I could for Tom," he added, more soberly. "If his three years of scouting didn"t teach him to keep his word with me as I always kept mine with him, it must have been to no purpose. He might have waited a little, kept his solemn promise, and gone into the army under the same honorable conditions as you did," he said, turning to the soldier; "and we should all have----"
"What"s the matter?" exclaimed Roy.
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Roscoe Bent had thrown his chair back and without so much as excusing himself had stridden over to the bay window, where he stood holding the curtain aside and looking out.
"What is it--reveille?" the scoutmaster laughed.
"May I smoke a cigarette?" Roscoe asked nervously.
"Uncle Sam hasn"t cured you of that, has he?" Mr. Ellsworth laughed.
"Sure; go ahead."
The soldier"s abrupt movement seemed to terminate the little after-dinner chat, and Mrs. Ellsworth, bent on other duties perhaps, or possibly foreseeing that her husband wished to "talk business," arose also and left the three to themselves.
"I--er--don"t smoke as much as I did," said Roscoe; "but sometimes--er--a cigarette sort of pulls you together. What--what were you going to say?"
He returned and sat down again at the table.
"Why, nothing in particular," said Mr. Ellsworth, "except this: I want you to drive home to these boys of mine this lesson of obedience, this necessity for respecting a promise above all things, and of obeying an order from one whom they"ve promised to obey. You get me?"
"I--I think I do."
"This meeting which we"re holding in conjunction with the Y. M. C. A.
to-morrow night is the last one before I go away myself. When I heard you were going to be home from camp over the week-end, it just popped into my head that I"d ask you to come around and give the boys a spiel.
They"ve all got a great admiration for you, Roscoe. I suppose it"s because your uniform becomes you so well. You make a pretty fine-looking soldier. Anybody tell you that?"
"Miss--Margaret Ellison, in the Temple Camp office, was kind enough to hint as much," admitted Roscoe humorously.
He did look pretty handsome in his new khaki. He had a figure as straight as an arrow and a way of holding his head and carrying himself with the true soldier air. Besides, his blond, wavy hair, always attractive, seemed to harmonize with his brown uniform, and his blue eyes had a kind of dancing recklessness in them.
"All the boys have promised to be there--the Methodist Troop, the East Bridgeboro Troop, and mine----"
"Which is the best of all," put in Roy.
Roscoe laughed merrily.
"We"ll have the Y. M. C. A. boys and three full troops as well."
"Except for Tom," said Roy.
"We won"t talk of Tom any more," said Mr. Ellsworth. "That"s a tale that is told. It"s a closed book."
"It isn"t with me," said Roy bravely.
"I want you to tell the boys--there"ll be some girls there, too, if they want to come----"
"Oh, joy!" Roy commented.
"I"m glad to see you bucking up," said the scoutmaster. "I want you to tell the boys," he went on to Roscoe, "a little about life down in Camp Dix. Tell them how you enlisted."
"I didn"t enlist--I was drafted."
"Well, it"s much the same--you were glad to be drafted. There were a whole lot of you fellows who didn"t get around to enlisting who were glad enough when the call came. You didn"t need any urging, I"ll bet."
"N-no," said Roscoe.
"And so I want you to tell these scouts, just in your own way, what it means to be a soldier. Dwell on the sense of honor which this fine military discipline gives. Tell them what is meant by a parole, and what it means to break a parole--which is just breaking your promise. I don"t care so much about the guns and swords just now--I mean as far as to-morrow night is concerned. But I"d like these scouts to know that there"s something besides fighting to being a soldier--a real one. I"d like them to know that a soldier"s word can be trusted, his promise depended on. If anything that has happened in my troop," he added significantly, "has given them a wrong impression--you correct that impression. See?"
"I"ll try to."
"That"s it. You know, Roscoe, most boys, and some scouts even, think that a soldier is just a fellow who shoots and makes raids and storms fortifications and all that. There"s many a boy thinks he can be a soldier by just running off to the war. But that"s where he"s got a couple of more thinks coming, as Roy here would say. Uncle Sam wants soldiers, but he doesn"t want to be lied to and cheated----"
Roy winced.
"I want you to give them just a little off-hand, heart-to-heart talk about the other end of it--how a "soldier"s wealth is honor," as old What"s-his-name, the poet, says."
"I"ll try to," said Roscoe.
"Then there"s another thing. I"m off with the engineering corps myself pretty soon. And my three patrols are going to feel pretty bad to see me go, too. That so, Roy?"
"You bet it is," said Roy.
"Tell them they ought to be proud to see me go. They"ll listen to you, because you"re a regular A-One, all-around soldier, you"re nearer to their own age, and you"re an outsider. Tell them how tickled you were to get your name down on that little old roll of honor----"
Roscoe rose suddenly.
"Don"t--please don"t," said he.
"What"s the matter?" Mr. Ellsworth asked.
"Nothing--only--I have to go home now. I--I understand, and I"ll do it--I"ll--I"m not much on speechmaking, but I know what you mean, and----"
"That"s right, you get the idea," Mr. Ellsworth exclaimed, rising and slapping him on the shoulder. "I won"t keep you any later, for I know they"re waiting for you around in Rockwood Place."
"I"ll only have this one night at home," said Roscoe.
"And I"ll bet they"re proud of you round there, too," Mr. Ellsworth added, as he followed them into the front hall. "I"ve got three full patrols--that is, two, I mean; and Connie Bennett expects to dig up another boy for us. Roy refused the job. Never had a kid of my own, but I"d like to have a soldier boy like you."
He helped Roscoe on with his big army ulster, and stood with a hand on either of Roscoe"s shoulders.
"You tell your father when you get home that I congratulate him.
Providence did him a good turn, as we scouts say."
"I dare say somebody or other did him a good turn," said Roscoe, almost in a tone of disgust.