Leaving the Y. M. C. A., the four Brothers started briskly toward their barrack, which was no farther away than would be two ordinary blocks in a city. Call to quarters sounded just as they entered the building. During the short walk Ignace had ambled along in happy silence, holding tightly to his treasure trove. He was secretly wondering which of his three Brothers he liked best and what he could do for them to prove his loyalty. Just now he could think of nothing to do that seemed worth while, except to work hard and show them that he could be a good "solder." He resolved to study night and day the "fonny" rules Bob had written for him. Could Bob have foreseen the outcome of this firm resolve, he might have considered well before supplying Ignace with the rhymed record of instruction he had just delivered into his Polish bunkie's keeping with the advice, "Stay on the job until you can say 'em backward." "There! We forgot to mail our letters," commented Roger regretfully to Jimmy as he began removing his shoes. "Too late now. Taps'll sound in a minute. I'll mail 'em all the first thing in the morning, right after breakfast. Give me yours now. I'll get Iggy's and put 'em all together on the top of my shelf. If you happen to think of it first, remind me of them." Collecting from Ignace the one letter he had written, Jimmy placed it, together with his own and Roger's, on top of a little folding shelf above his bunk. He had brought it from home and it held his father's and mother's photographs. It also boasted of several kodak prints. There was one of the girl friend with whom he had grown up, another of Buster, his dog, and still another of himself, seated in 'Old Speedy.' "They're all here," he had remarked to Roger as he had set them in place, "even to Old Speedy." Sleep soon visited the eyelids of the four Khaki Boys. Having been more active than usual that day they were quite ready for a good night's rest. The last to drop into slumber, Roger was the first to awaken the next morning. Long accustomed to rising at a few minutes past five o'clock, he had found himself awake before first call blew each morning since his arrival in camp. His eyes opening to greet the daylight pouring in at the windows, his gaze roved idly over the rows of sleeping soldier boys. Remembrance of Jimmy's request concerning the letters sent his glance next straying toward the shelf where he had seen his bunkie place them. They were not there now. Roger stared frowningly at the shelf, then his face cleared. Jimmy had evidently taken them from there and put them elsewhere. Perhaps in his suit-case. As soon as Jimmy was awake he would ask about them. He was sleeping so peacefully now. It would be a shame to disturb him before first call. Jimmy always slept until the last minute, then fairly dashed into his uniform.