AFTER the slackers had spent the afternoon in heavy sleep and eaten a hearty supper, the atmosphere of gloom was partially lifted from the camp; but the thoughts of all were still busier than their tongues as they sat and smoked about the fire. Though conversation lagged, nobody was sleepy, and all lingered, lounging on the grass until Ted suddenly rose to his feet and asked if he might say a few words. "I am only a boy," he said, "and a boy is not expected to talk to men, but there are a few things I want so much to say, and I hope you will let me." "Go ahead, kid," said Buck Hardy. Al Peters and Bud Jones added their permission, the others remaining silent. All stared at the boy, giving him close attention. Instead of shrinking before the steady gaze of so many eyes, he felt inspired thereby. It had been so ever since he was first given declamation exercises at school. Always he had found writing "a compo "Of course, we are all thinking a lot about that poor man," he said, "and perhaps some of you have thought, as I have, how much better it would have been for him and his family if he had gone to the war and died gloriously for his country instead of coming to such an end in such a place as this at such a time. But I don't want to say much about Mr. Jackson. Ever since the days of old Rome, my uncle says, it has been agreed that we ought to say little about the dead unless we are ready to say something in praise. "I speak of him because the way he died reminds me of what I read in that newspaper Mr. Jenkins brought in here when he came. I read in that paper of how a captain in our army wasn't "Gee-whiz!" cried Buck Hardy, quick to see the boy's point. "Of course, most of these have been here long enough to become real Americans. My uncle thinks there is doubt about only the more recent immigrations. But even these are a great population, and the things that have happened prove that very many of them are working for the Kaiser with all their might. They spy for Germany and blow up and burn down munition plants. They do even more harm by their cunning whispers and continual talk. They get hold of ignorant people and try to persuade them that it costs too much in blood and money to fight Germany and The listeners to this boyish, but pointed and intensely earnest harangue were all of old American stock and at this point all of them, without exception, were visibly indignant. "Don't you see what this brings us up against?" asked Ted. "And what we are up against reminds me of the way Mr. Jackson died. This great German element that is secretly for the Kaiser is our Snake in the Grass that watches and waits and will come out and strike openly if ever a German army lands on our shores. Meanwhile it tries to poison the minds of our people "Now this is my answer to the argument I have heard in this camp. Some of you have said that you are not needed because the country is so big and powerful and has so many men. We are powerful, but, you see, we have the secret foe at home as well as the open foe on the French border, and we need all our strength—all our able-bodied young men—so that we can go ahead in a big way and smash the hateful Huns. Our country needs you, and you, and you," cried Ted, nodding his head toward Buck Hardy, and then toward every man around the camp fire in turn. "Do you want to see a German viceroy taking orders from the Kaiser at Washington?" he demanded. "Do you want to see a German general in command of Atlanta and of every other State capital? Do you want to see a strutting German boss lording it over every town and county in this country? If you do, then you can say that you are not needed. Maybe you can't be stirred up by the President's call to make the world safe for
"Breathes here, to-night, a man with soul so dead that he thinks of the safety of his own skin instead of the safety of his country, his people, his women, and who is not willing to stand up and fight for freedom, for security, for the right to live in peace, against powerful and wicked aggressors? Oh, God, I wish I were old enough to go to the war and do my part!" Then, overcome by his emotions, Ted threw himself down on the grass and sobbed aloud. Hubert, who was near, put an arm over his cousin and sobbed with him. July, who had crawled nearer on the grass while Ted was speaking and now lay flat on his stomach close at hand, reached out a hand and touched the boy's shoulder, whispering: "Nem-mind, Cap'n Ted. You done yo' part to-night. You been doin' yo' part ever since you come to dis camp. Don't you cry, Cap'n Ted, honey." "Did you ever see the like o' that boy?" asked Al Peters softly. "He sure made the cold chills run up and down my back." The remark was made to Buck Hardy, whose "Too bad he ain't old enough," said Bud Jones. "He'd sure make a dandy cap'n in the army." The other slackers stared into the fire in gloomy silence. Suddenly Buck Hardy rose to his feet, clearing his throat as he too looked steadily into the fire. "Well, fellows," he said, "I don't know how the rest o' you feel, but I'm ready to quit. I'm tired o' playin' the game of a sneakin' suck-egg dog and I want to try the game of bein' a man." "Goin' to desert, air you?" asked Zack James in a harsh, unsteady voice. "No—goin' to quit desertin'." "Goin' to go back on us," insisted James, "jes' because a boy has got lots o' lip and can talk to beat the band." "No," said Buck, keeping his temper. "He sure is game and a great kid, and he stirred me up powerful; but I made up my mind before to-night. I made it up when I was by my sick mother's bed. I'm free to say that that boy's talk before that had a lot to do with it, but the truth is I ain't been satisfied from the start. I never did really belong Zack James blew out his breath in a sort of contemptuous hiss. "I meant to tell you all as soon as I come back yesterday," continued Buck, taking no notice of James, "but the trouble in camp stopped me. I only come back to get them boys, and to-morrow I'll start out with 'em. I'm goin' to take them boys home and then I'm goin' to the war." "Oh, Mr. Hardy," cried Ted, who had been drying his eyes as he listened, and who now started up, "I'm gladder to hear that than to know that we are going home!" Mitch' Jenkins now spoke for the first time. "Maybe you are goin' to take them boys home," he said, "but you ain't goin' to the war. You are goin' to jail, and then you are goin' to be shot." "What do you mean?" demanded Buck in startled tones, plainly disturbed. Then Ted darted his hand into an inside pocket and brought out a battered newspaper clipping. "That's what they are sayin' in my neighbor "Mr. Jenkins," said Ted, boldly facing hostile eyes, his voice quite steady, "you heard a wild rumor of the sort the Germans in this country are spreading all the time. I have the real facts here, Mr. Hardy. I cut this out of that paper Mr. Jenkins himself brought in, thinking I might need it. It got wet when we crossed the 'prairie,' but you can read it. It is a part of Provost Marshal General Crowder's report on the first draft. It says that out of nearly ten million men not much over five thousand arrests were made for failure to register, that more than half of these, after registering, were released. "'The authorities,'" read the boy from his clipping, "'wisely assumed an attitude of leniency toward all those who after arrest exhibited a willingness to register and extended the locus penitentiÆ as far as possible, believing that the purpose of the law was to secure a full registration rather than full jails.'" Ted handed the clipping to Buck, who, after "Another lie nailed. I don't mean that you did the lyin', Jenkins. I reckon it was the Germans." The clipping passed from Peters to Jones and then to Jenkins, each holding it near the fire and reading in silence. Jenkins studied it carefully and then, without comment, passed it to James, who, after hardly a glance at the printed lines, tore up the clipping and threw it into the fire. "What good will that do you?" asked Peters scornfully. "Nothin' but newspaper lies to fool runaways like us out of their hidin' places," said James bitterly. Ted, who regarded the clipping as of great value and considered it his property, turned with an outraged face to Buck, who chose to take no notice of an incident which appeared to him unimportant. "Well, fellows," he said in conclusion, "I've put you on notice, and now all I've got to do is to get ready." "So you've gone back on us," repeated James, "I didn't say that. I don't expect to hunt up the sheriff. I'll be satisfied if he don't hunt me up. But if he asks me straight up and down, I don't engage to do any lyin'." "You mean that after them boys has blabbed the whole thing, you won't deny it?" demanded James. "I told you I wouldn't do any lyin'," said Buck sharply. "All right," said James menacingly. "That's all I want to know." "How much more do you deserve?" asked Buck, his tone showing irritation for the first time. "Al Peters," he said suddenly, turning to the young man addressed, "I don't think you belong in this crowd, either. If there's any yellow dog in you, I ain't seen it. Don't you want to come along with me and join the men?" "Buck," said Peters, rising and stepping forward, "I have a good mind to do it." "Good for you! Now, Jones, let's hear from you. I ain't seen any yellow dog in you either. "Buck, I think I will," said Bud Jones. He spoke as lightly as if a fishing trip had been proposed. He even smiled as he rose and took his stand in the group of which the boys were now the center. Zack James started up, staring and muttering, his manner suggestive of impotent rage. He drew Thatcher aside and whispered to him. "How about you, Jenkins?" asked Buck, smiling. "You're new and I hardly know you, but from things I've heard it looks to me like you're pretty nearly all white." "No, thank you," said Jenkins, with mocking courtesy. "I'm stayin'. It's risky—with the sheriff gettin' on to it in three days' time—but it ain't as risky as goin' to jail with the chance o' bein' shot." "Then, that's all," said Buck. "No use to ask any o' the rest." "July wants to go out with us," spoke up Ted. "I sho do want to go wid Mr. Hardy an' Cap'n Ted," declared the grinning negro. "All right, July. I brought you in and, if you want to go, I'll take you out." The two groups were now quite distinct, first Carter and then Jenkins having joined James and Thatcher. "So," said James, as if estimating the relative strength of contending forces, "there's three of you and the nigger and the boys, and there's four of us—five when Wheeler gets back." "Yes, you'll get Wheeler—not a doubt of it," said Buck, as if greatly amused. "And you're welcome to him." Then he turned his back on James, remarking to those about him: "Well, I think our crowd had better go to bed. We ought to start early in the mornin'." To this there was general assent, the three men and the two boys moving at once toward the sleeping-loft, followed slowly by the negro. "Good night," called out Buck, his tone quite friendly. But no response came from the four slackers who, standing in their tracks, watched the departing "deserters" with hostile eyes. As the three men and the boys were climbing |