"So will I," came the resolute repetition. "Soon learn I. It is the yet hard. An' the words; the words never I un'erstan'." Ignace's voice held a note of active distress. It called for sympathy. "What words?" asked Roger. "Oh, I know. Do you mean that you don't understand the commands the sergeant gives you?" "Som'time, yes; som'time, no. When yes, I do, but too late." "I understand." Roger nodded sympathetically. "You ought to take my manual and study it. You can learn all the different commands from it. Then you'll know them when you hear them and can follow them more easily." "Never un'erstan' I that book. I have read him, but he is no for me," came the dispirited objection. "Ha! I've an idea." Bob began to laugh. "I'll fix you up, Iggy. You come around to me after mess to-night, and I'll have a grand surprise for you. Don't you bother me till then, either, or you won't get it. Savvy?" "Y-e-a." Ignace looked drearily hopeful. "Now what have you got up your sleeve?" asked Jimmy curiously. Bob was chuckling as though over something extremely funny. "Wait and see. What I said to Iggy means you fellows, too. Run along and take a walk around Camp Sterling. Sight-seers are always welcome, you know. Here's where I fade away and disappear." With a wave of his hand, Bob started on a run for Company E's barrack, to which they had now come almost opposite. "Let's do as he says. We'll take a walk around, and see if we can't find a few officers to try a salute on. I've got to practice that. I almost bumped into one yesterday. He looked so prim and starchy I pretty nearly forgot to salute him." Jimmy looked briefly rueful. "All right. I guess I need a little saluting practice, too," agreed Roger. "I can no go. I have the work to do," demurred Ignace. "Goo-bye. You again see som'time." Without further explanation, the Pole turned and scuttled off down the company street in the direction from which they had come. The two he had so unceremoniously deserted stopped to watch him. Somewhat to their surprise they saw him suddenly leave the street and set off across a stretch of open ground sloping a little above the camp. "What's he up to now, I wonder?" mused Jimmy. "Hard to tell. Those Poles are queer. He's a splendid fellow, though, not a bit of a coward. Too bad he has so much trouble about the drill, isn't it?" Roger felt extreme sympathy toward blundering Ignace. "Yes. He got his from the drill sergeant this afternoon. I was afraid he would. Say, do you know it's funny about him. He's the last fellow I'd have ever thought of getting chummy with. At home, I couldn't have stood him for a minute. Yet here, somehow, I kind of like him. He's so sure that we're his brothers and all that, I feel as if I ought to be good to him." Bob smiled. He quite understood Jimmy's attitude. Born of the classes, fortunate Jimmy had never had much occasion to consider the masses, particularly the very humblest of the great army of bread-winners.