Obliged to depend upon the rations previously issued them for breakfast the next morning, Jimmy rebelled and made a quick hike up to the farmhouse, returning with the glowing information that "Madame" was quite willing to furnish breakfast to such as desired to partake of her hospitality. Her charges for the same were low, and the majority of the men were very willing to pay them. In consequence, Sergeant Blaise's little flock feasted on bacon, eggs, white bread, and preserves. Breakfast finished, a hasty going over of equipment ensued, and Jimmy marched his men to a not far distant field for inspection, where they had been ordered to report and parade. Here they found the rest of their own detachment. Inspection over, the entire unit put in the morning in drill, with three ten-minute intermissions for rest, during which the newly arrived Sammies had a chance to compare notes. The first of these intermissions saw the five Brothers engaged in a zealous hunt for one another. Together, Bob and Jimmy made speedy effort to locate their bunkies, managing to pick them up just as the command came to "Fall in." "Meet us here, next break," called Bob over his shoulder, as he ran back to his squad. At the next order of "Fall Out," the five made prompt rush for the spot which Bob had designated. "Well!" exclaimed Roger, as they grouped themselves eagerly together. "Where did you fellows get off at?" "In a stable," was Jimmy's disgusted answer. "It's not far from here. Our 'at home' sign's out." "Come and see us. You'll love the place. I hate to think of leaving it," grimaced Bob. "I'm in the same boat. I mean the same sweet kind of a billet," grinned Roger. "A nice hard floor, straw, lots of 'cooties,' and all the comforts of a cow barn. Schnitz lives in a house that nobody else but Sammies wanted. The folks moved away before the French Revolution came off and took the furniture along." "Nothing left but dust and rats," supplemented Schnitzel. "We haven't found any live stock yet. That's something to brag of." "Iggy is the lucky guy. He's in a real house with real people, real eats, and real beds to sleep in. He and his squad grabbed a cinch." "I don't like," objected Ignace mournfully. "My Brother sleep in stable, so would I there be." "Can the sob stuff, Iggy," railed Bob, though his black eyes were very kind. "Never mind about us. Be glad you landed soft." "I am no the pig," asserted Ignace with lofty dignity. "Sure you aren't. If you were you couldn't camp in that nice billet. You'd land in a pig sty, and that would be worse than a cow barn." Bob winked drolly at Roger. "Where'll we meet after drill?" broke in Jimmy. "We'll have to decide right off the bat. Our time's almost up." "Right here," suggested Schnitzel. "We'll probably break ranks and be dismissed here on account of being scattered all over the village."