They
wound slowly past the cooks, and in course of time the four
friends were served and fell to on a savory plate of substantial
food.
For a short time conversation ceased, the boys giving their whole-
hearted attention to the entertainment that Uncle Sam had
provided. The food disappeared with astonishing rapidity, and when
the last of it was gone Billy exclaimed:
"Fellows, we can kick all we want to over army life, but I never
had such an appetite in civilian life, and never felt half as good
as I do right this minute."
"All right, then, since you like it," grinned Frank, "to-morrow
I'll let you carry my pack as well as your own, and then you'll
feel just twice as good as you do now."
"No, thanks," declined Billy. "I don't want to feel any better
than I do now. If I felt any better, I'd go to the medical officer
to find out what was wrong with me."
"If you ate much more, you'd have a quartermaster officer coming
around to find out what was the matter with you," countered Tom.
"The trouble with you is, that you don't understand my motives,"
complained Billy. "Personally, I dislike food, and, if I had my
way, would make a canary bird look like a heavy eater.
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