"Me for the aviators!" cried Will Baxter. "I always wanted to be a high flyer--now I've got the chance. I know all about running a motorcycle and that ought to help a lot." "I'd like to join the cavalry," joined in Hal Chase. "But they don't seem to have much use for them in this war. Horses can't go over trenches and barbed wire fences." "The infantry's good enough for me," declared Frank. "And for me, too," echoed Bart. "Uncle Sam needs men in every branch, but after all, it's the hand to hand fighting of the armies that's going to decide this war." At this moment, Mr. Moore, the senior member of the firm, came out from his office. He was a large man with a genial face and bearing, and was generally liked by his employees to whom he was fair and just. His eyes twinkled as he saw the alacrity with which the young men scattered to their desks. "Don't worry, boys," he said. "I know that your minds aren't much on business to-day, and I don't wonder. To tell the truth, I'd be sorry if they were. There come times when there's only one important thing in the world, and this is one of the times. I've got just a word to say to you boys," he went on. "I don't know just what each one of you is planning to do in connection with this war. Each one of you must decide that matter for himself. From things I've heard, most of you seem eager to go. I shall be sorry to lose you, for we never were busier than we are now, but I should be still more sorry to have you stay here when your country needs you at the front. "Mr. Thomas and I have been talking this thing over and we want to say to you that as far as the money part of it is concerned you needn't hesitate. We're not going to let you lose a cent by following your patriotic instinct. Some of you have dependents at home who rely in part or wholly upon what you earn. So we have decided that your salaries will go on as usual--that is, that we will make up the difference between what the Government pays you and what you are getting now. In that way you will be able to serve your country with nothing on your mind except the best and quickest way to win the war." A spontaneous cheer rose from the young men, as with a smile and wave of his hand their employer turned back to his office. "Gee, but he's a game sport!" exclaimed Reddy, voicing forcibly if inelegantly the feeling of all. If there had been any hesitation before, this generous speech removed it and now the boys were ready for action. That very evening Frank and Bart, accompanied by Billy Waldon, went to the headquarters of the Thirty-seventh regiment. Here they put in their applications for enlistment. There were few formalities, for the regiment was eager to recruit its numbers up to full strength.