"I don't know how you fellows feel," remarked Frank, as they filed
out of the tent and started for their barracks, "but I feel tired
enough to crawl into my little two by four and get a real night's
sleep."
"I'm with you," declared Tom. "I felt all right before, but that
picture seems to have made me tired, because now it's all I can do
to stay awake."
"I guess it must have been the picture all right," said Billy,
"because certainly it isn't because of overwork."
"Well, I didn't claim it was from overwork, did I?" replied Tom.
"I enlisted in the Army to fight Germans, not to work. All I've
had to do is march twenty or thirty miles a day with a sixty pound
pack on my back, but outside of that I must admit that I didn't do
much work, except dig trenches, do sentry duty, and kill a few
Huns as a sideline. It certainly is one grand picnic for me, I
don't mind admitting."
"Yes, and to make you like it all the more," said Billy, "I hear
that there's going to be big doings to-morrow--a review, plenty of
marching and maneuvering to give the soldiers a good time, and it
is expected a pleasant day will be had by all.
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