Forced to slow down and halt his car by the ever-waving arm of a traffic policeman, he now leaned forward over the wheel, his attention fixed on the singers. He had come upon the scene at the moment when the youthful orator had commenced his harangue. Further, he had been one of those whom the latter had addressed as "you." From a good-humored grin, his boyish mouth had gradually grown grave as he listened. First sight of the recruiting wagon had recalled to Jimmy Blaise a matter which had been troubling him ever since the United States had declared war against Germany. The only son of an intensely patriotic father and mother, despite his love of fun Jimmy had done some serious thinking about the big war. At the last ringing line of appeal, "Boys, I need you 'Over There,'" involuntarily Jimmy spoke his mind aloud. "I guess that's right," he agreed, with a vigorous wag of his head. A boy standing close to the roadster caught the remark and glanced levelly at the speaker. In his dark blue eyes there was an answering flash which the other lad caught and read aright. For an instant the two stared at each other in silence. "How about it?" demanded Jimmy genially. "I guess Uncle Sam needs us all right enough," the blue-eyed boy replied, his sober face lighting into a singularly sunny smile. "I've thought a lot about it. I'd like to go." "Put her there!" The youth in the car leaned down and shot out a friendly hand. "I've been thinking about it myself. I can go to-morrow, that is, if I get accepted. I asked my folks the other night what they'd do if I enlisted. I'm not twenty-one, you see. Quite a long way from it. Won't be nineteen until next November." "What did they say?" questioned the other eagerly. "They both said it was up to me. They're not slackers. I can just tell you that. Of course, my mother looked kind of sad for a minute; then she braced up and said she'd be proud to have a soldier son. My father said if he was young enough he'd enlist himself. That shows pretty plainly what sort of stuff they're made of." "I should say so," emphasized the blue-eyed boy. "I was nineteen last month. My father and mother are both dead. I take care of myself. So you see there isn't anyone to care----"