"Private Tom Burns," he said softly. "Good luck to you. It will be Second
Lieutenant Tom Burns if this expedition is a success. Good luck, my boy,
and may God be with you." He took Tom's hand and shook it.

And then Tom found himself walking down the street of Company B--a soldier
of Company B--and he scarcely knew that his feet were treading ground.

There were two men in the tent, talking with Bert, and Tom waited
impatiently for them to leave.

"Tonight," he said shortly, as the tent flap dropped behind them.

"Tonight?"

"Yes."

They sat silently until Bert exclaimed, "I envy you! You're the luckiest
boy in the world, walking right into such a chance as this."

"I wish you were going."

"So do I."

Silence overcame them again.

"I'd better write a letter home," Tom said presently. "I'll say that I've
enlisted and let it go at that."

It was shortly before six o' clock when Tom left camp. He went to the store
in Shelbyville, claimed the suit he purchased two days before, and induced