"
"And who knows what may happen to Tom in the meantime?" said Billy
sorrowfully.
"It's exasperating," said Frank. "It makes me crazy to think of
another twenty-four hours going by while we're doing nothing to
help him."
"The only comfort is the confidence I have in Tom's luck," said
Bart "That boy sure must have a rabbit's foot around him
somewhere. He has as many lives as a cat. Do you remember how he
got away from that drunken German bunch that had a rope all ready
to hang him? And the slick way he got away in a barrel from the
prison camp? I tell you that the bullet isn't molded that will
kill that boy, and don't you forget it."
"I only hope you're right," returned Frank. "All the same I'll
feel a whole lot easier in my mind when the old scout is with us
again."
Just then a litter passed them carrying a sick man to the hospital
ward.
"Those things are getting a little too common to suit me,"
remarked Frank. "The health of the boys here used to be fine. Now
they say that the hospitals are getting overcrowded."
"And a good many of those who go in aren't coming out again,
that's the worst of it," observed Billy.
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