"Not in the ordinary way, of course," said Ginger, "but this ain’t an ordinary occasion. The fact is, we’re a deputation, that’s what we are; a deputation from No. 3 Company, and the other chaps have made me foreman of the jury. Not as I want to push myself; not me. I consider it’s a job for a three-stripe man; but Sergeant Colpus here is a very bashful and retiring man, though you’d never think it to look at him." "Dry up!" growled the sergeant, turning fiery red as the other men sniggered. "Well, you _would_ put it on to me," Ginger went on, "and I must do it my own way, always respecting my superior officer, of course. Being foreman of the jury, I speak for ’em all, got to give the verdict, as you may say. The fact of it is, we men of No. 3 Company, what you may call the Randall Company, ain’t easy in our minds at the idea of being dogs in the manger like. We know as the colonel wants to make you officers, and we think it ain’t fair to you or the army to keep you in the ranks ’cause of us. A promise is all right, and we take it very kind that you’ve stuck to your guns, in a manner of putting it, all these months. Speaking for myself, I didn’t expect nothing else. But we think it ’ud be a dirty shame if we held you to your promise now, specially when every man of us knows you ought to be officers, and there’s not a man of us but would be proud to follow your lead anywhere. And so we’ve come to say that the promise is off, and we don’t stand in the way of your getting your rights." There was a chorus of approval as Ginger wiped his mouth again and stepped back among his comrades. "It’s very good of you, Ginger," said Harry, "but I’m sure neither Amory nor myself want to leave the ranks." "Not at all," said Kenneth: "thanks all the same."