oes 'em a lot of good, too. You'll run
up against it one of these days, without a doubt. If you've any angles
the Service School will rub 'em off. They try to be kind to you at
Leavenworth, Terry. One of their plans, there, is to give you time for
eight hours' sleep, but you can't always connect. All the rest of the
time is working day. Why, I've gone to my quarters at Leavenworth so
tired out at night that I've sat down in a chair for a moment, to try to
rest a bit before undressing. Then my eyes would close, and the next
thing I'd know it would be daylight--and I'd slept all night in my chair
with my clothes on. That's no fanciful picture either." Algy finished
plaintively. "A married man is in huge luck at Leavenworth, if he has a
good wife."

"Why?" Noll wanted to know.

"Because the poor student officer can usually depend upon his wife to
wake him in time to shave before the next day's grind begins. You will
know all about it when your turn comes to be detailed at Leavenworth."

By this time the meal was over. Some of the officers had begun to smoke,
those who did not use tobacco, lingered over their coffee.

Lieutenant Pratt drew a pasteboard box from an inside pocket, took from
it a cigarette, lighted it and lay the box beside his plate.

"You might be good," put in Hapgood, "and pass me a cigarette."

"Had I known that you wanted one, Hapgood, you'd have had this one,"
explained Lieutenant Pratt apologetically. "It was the last one in the
box."

"I don't see that I smoke, then, as there's no waiter in the room,"
sighed Hapgood, with an air of comic discontent.

"Try Ferrers," advised Hal. "He never moves anywhere with less than a
hundred cigarettes about him."

"I?" demanded Algy, wheeling, a flush mounting to his cheeks and
temples. "Not guilty, I'm glad to say."

"Why, you used----" began Hal.

"All bygones," declared Algy. "I know I used to walk around looking like
an empty house on fire, but Leavenworth changed that, too. The second
day I was there I lighted a coffin-nail before one of the older
officers. Wish you could have seen him go for me! It was all smooth as
velvet, and eloquent of courtesy, but that old officer said----"

Algy halted suddenly in his speech.

"_What?_" chorused half a dozen others.

"I'm not going to tell you," Ferrers made answer. "There are too many
smokers here, and I don't intend to make any enemies out of good
fellows."

"Tell us, do," coaxed Pratt. "We don't h