"Not yet." Roger eyed the rhymster with genuine admiration. "It's bully. Go on." "I like. Much I un'erstan'. You read him more. Byme by you give me I stoody all time." The Pole showed actual signs of enthusiasm. "That's the idea, else why is Bobby a bum poet?" Pleased, nevertheless, at his success, Bob resumed. "For 'Quick Time' thirty inches step-- Lift up your feet and show some pep. The 'Double Time' is thirty-six; Now practice this until it sticks. "'Halt!' when you're told; don't keep on going, Unless you want to get a blowing; Stop in your tracks, your feet together And show your brain's not made of leather. "To 'March to Rear' turn right on toes. Then 'Left Foot!' 'Right Foot!' here he goes. For 'Change of Step' right foot's first used, So swing your right, or get abused." With this last line of sage advice, Bob stopped reading. "This talking machine has an automatic brake," he declared. Deftly shuffling the typed sheets into numerical order he handed them to Ignace with a flourish. "Now go to it, old chap. Stay on the job until you can say 'em backward. There are about a dozen more that I didn't read out loud. If you don't understand 'em trot 'em around to me and I'll set you straight. Practice every move as you say it and you'll soon be O. K. After you get them learned, the rest will come easier to you." "Thank! Thank!" Ignace clutched the papers gratefully. Pride of his new acquisition made him reluctant to let Roger and Jimmy take them long enough to read the balance of the verses. "Show's over. We'd better be moving along. It's twenty-five to ten," warned Jimmy at last. "You're all to the good, Bob. Wish I could write like you can." "Forget it." Bob waved an inconsequential hand. "You've got me beaten already when it comes to soldiering. So honors are more than even, I guess. A lot they care up here whether you wrote the Declaration of Independence or the latest best seller. You're in the Army now, and in bad, too, unless you can show the drill sergeant that you're a live one." "Soon I show," broke in Ignace eagerly. "Here have I the rule. What more?" "What indeed?" murmured Bob, winking solemnly at Roger.