"You bet! I"m one of the steward"s boys. Gee, if you had to make fifty-seven beds with a life preserver on, you"d know what it is to be tired! Carrying this old suitcase is a cinch compared to that!--Say, if there"s a Zep raid in London while I"m there I"ll get you a souvenir.
But the trouble is they never come when you want "em to. Do you live in Leeds?"
"I live in Bridgeboro, New Jersey," said Tom, "and my name is Slade. I"d tell you to call me Tom, only I won"t know you more than half an hour or so, so what"s the use?"
"Half an hour"s better than nothing," said Archibald Archer. "Are you on your way home?"
"I just came from the camp," said Tom, side-stepping the real object of his trip. "You know Temple Camp, don"t you? I work for Temple Camp."
He was glad that his companion did not pursue his inquiries.
"That"s where all the scouts come in the summer, isn"t it?" he queried.
"I"m all alone," said Tom. "You"re lucky to have a home up in the country to come to. And you"re lucky to have a job like that too."
"I told you I was lucky," said Archibald Archer.
They walked on in silence for a little while, carrying the bag between them.
"You"ve seen something of the war, all right," commented Tom, "and I"ll bet you"re not eighteen yet. You sure are lucky! I don"t blame you for calling Germany the blond beast. I wish _I_ could be in it like you."
"Why don"t you enlist?"
"I promised I wouldn"t--not till I"m eighteen. I got to talk to my scoutmaster about it, "cause I said I would. I wouldn"t lie about how old I am, because he says if a feller lies about one thing he"ll lie about another.... I wonder if you"d call it being with the Colors, working like you do?" he added.
"If you saw Old Glory flying from the stern and did your work with a life preserver wrapped around you and spent most of your time piking for subs and practicing emergency drills, just to let old Blondy know he can"t stop us from coming across--you"d say you were with the Colors! If you stood where I did and saw that little old periscope topple over like a ninepin and heard Tommy say, "Go get me another apple, Archie--we"ll hit "em again for good luck!"--you"d say you were with the Colors, all right! You might be in the third-line trenches a whole year an" have nothing to do with yourself but carry buckets and dig in the dirt. _I_ know."
Tom was fascinated.
"All you got to do is say the word," his companion went on, reading his thoughts. "The steward"ll put you on. They only sign you up for one trip at a time. If you"re over sixteen, it"s all right. They"re taking up the sh.o.r.e pa.s.ses to-day. n.o.body knows when we"ll sail, or even where we"re going--except the captain. If I say I know you, it"ll be all right. You get a hundred and sixty dollars for the trip, and you"ll have about two weeks sh.o.r.e leave on the other side. The princ.i.p.al thing they"ll tell you is about keepin" your mouth shut. Are you good at that?"
"There"s n.o.body can get anything out of me if I don"t want to tell,"
said Tom doggedly; "and I think you _are_ with the Colors. _I_ call it being in the war, and it"s what I"d like to do, that"s one sure thing!"
"I could tell you a lot of things," said Archer, "only I"m not supposed to tell "em to anybody."
"I got to go home," said Tom; "I"m glad I met you, though. We can go in on the train together, can"t we? I have to go to New York to get home. I got to go to scout meeting to-night. I"m going to stop in the postoffice when we get to Leeds; then we"ll go down to Catskill Landing together, hey? I"m glad I had company, "cause I was feeling kind of lonely and queer, like. When you talk it makes me feel as if I"d like to do that, only I see I can"t."
Archibald Archer gave a curious look at Tom as they plodded along.
"What you tell me about that little girl makes me want to get into it all the more," Tom said.
CHAPTER XIII
AS OTHERS SAW HIM
In Leeds Tom left his companion sitting on a carriage step in the main street while he went over to the postoffice. As soon as he was out of young Archer"s presence the tempter who had been pulling at his elbow left him, and his thoughts flew back to Roscoe and home.
He asked if there was a letter for him, and eagerly took the envelope which the clerk handed out. It was addressed in an unfamiliar, neat bank hand. Anxiously he stepped over to the better light near the window and read:
"DEAR TOM:
"Here I am, and it"s twenty-three for mine." (Tom paused in suspense at this ominous phrase.) "My registration card is numbered twenty-three, so I"m the only original skiddoo soldier--take it from your Uncle Dudley.
"When I toddled up to Doc Fuller and told him that I was out of town Wednesday and just couldn"t get back, you ought to have seen the look he gave me--over the top of those spectacles of his.
I just stood there as if I was on the firing-line facing German clam-sh.e.l.ls, and never flinched. I wouldn"t mind a few Krupp guns now--not after that look.
"But Doc"s a pretty good skate--I"ll say that for him. He was better than the other members of the Board, anyway.
"Well, I got away with it, all right, only it"s good another day didn"t slip by, for then my name would have gone in and--g-o-o-d-ni-ight!
"Tommy, you"re one brick! When I think of that old towhead of yours and that scowl and that old mug, I know we"ll win the war. You"d walk right through that Hindenburg line if you ever got started.
"I"ve got to hand it to you, Tom--you brought me to my senses, all right, and I won"t forget it in a hurry.
"But, Tommy boy, _you"re_ in Dutch down here--I might as well tell you the truth. And it makes me feel like a criminal. Old Man Temple has got the knife in you. _Greatly disappointed in him_--that"s what he told Ellsworth and Pop Burton. Can"t you see the old man frowning?
"I went in to put some mail on his desk and the whole three of them were in there pounding away with their little hammers. The old man was as nice as pie to me--patted me on the shoulder and gave me the glad hand. Said I was Uncle Sam"s boy now. They didn"t even know I wasn"t registered Wednesday."
Tom was glad of that. He had succeeded better than he had dreamed. His awe of Roscoe Bent had not entirely vanished, and he was proud to receive so familiar a letter from him. He was so generously pleased that for the moment he did not think of much else. Then he read on:
"Ellsworth said he"d been afraid you would do just what you had done--run off and join the army. He said you promised him you wouldn"t, but he guessed you couldn"t stand the strain when you saw the fellows lining up to register.
"A couple of Boy Scouts told Ellsworth they saw you coming out of a p.a.w.nshop, and they were chewing that over in the old gent"s office.
But I guess those kids were dreaming, hey?
"The old gent said he guessed you were afraid to go up on the platform at the rally but didn"t like to tell him so. Tom, I never knew you were scheduled for that--why didn"t you tell me? You"re aces up--you"re one bully old trump. I never even knew you till now.
You"re a brick, you stubborn, tow-headed old forest fighter! You"re fourteen-karat and you don"t even know it yourself--you"re so blamed stupid!"
Tom gulped slightly as he read this and his eyes glistened, but he read on with a kind of stolid indifference:
"I was going to tell them the whole thing, Tom, but I guess I was too mean and too much of a coward. Anyway, I promised you I wouldn"t. I hope your ankle is better, and if you can"t get home, let me know and I"ll come up after you.
"In a hurry, "Rossie."
"P.S. When Pop Burton told Margaret E. that you had run off to join the army, she said that was splendid. He told her you"d have to lie about your age, and she said that was _glorious_. Can you beat that? Old Man Temple went to Chicago to-night, thank goodness, to buy some railroads and things. So long--see you soon."
Tom was glad, he was even proud, that the letter was signed by the familiar nickname, and he was glad of the friendly "So long."
Before he allowed himself to think of anything else he read the letter over again, lingering upon the familiar and humorous phrases which seemed to const.i.tute himself and Roscoe as close friends. The part pertaining to himself he read in a half daze. It seemed to knock the bottom out of his whole theory that he who does right is always safe.
Tom"s mind, in some ways, was very, very simple, and now that he read the letter in relation to himself it was a knockout blow.
For a few minutes he stood gazing out of the postoffice window, watching two men who were taking down the registration-day decorations from the hotel opposite. A soldier in khaki went by and stopped to chat with them. A farmer came in for his mail, and Tom heard his voice as in a dream.
Then suddenly he shook off his abstraction and walked back to the little grated window.