A scout accepts the other man as he finds him, and makes the best
of him."
The colonel made no comment, and the boys walked on in silence.
"I was wrong," acknowledged Rand after a little hesitation. "I have
no objection to Gerald."
"When we are going into battle, my boy," said the colonel, stopping
on the way for a moment, "we don't stop to consider to what class
the man who is fighting alongside of us belongs, and this is a
battle you are going into, one to make the most you can out of your
lives, and if you can help some one else at the same time so much
the greater is your reward."
"I see," replied Rand, "and I won't forget it."
"He was in our class, at school," went on Jack.
"He quotes poetry," added Pepper.
"Who does?" asked the colonel.
"Gerald."
"That's bad," said the colonel gravely, "but perhaps you could cure
him of it."
"He says he is descended from Tom Moore," continued Pepper.
"Well, we needn't hold that against him," suggested Donald. "It
was no altogether his fault."
"Then there's Dick Wilson," proposed Jack.
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