"I'm all alone," said Tom. "You're lucky to have a home up in the country to come to. And you're lucky to have a job like that too." "I told you I was lucky," said Archibald Archer. They walked on in silence for a little while, carrying the bag between them. "You've seen something of the war, all right," commented Tom, "and I'll bet you're not eighteen yet. You sure are lucky! I don't blame you for calling Germany the blond beast. I wish _I_ could be in it like you." "Why don't you enlist?" "I promised I wouldn't--not till I'm eighteen. I got to talk to my scoutmaster about it, 'cause I said I would. I wouldn't lie about how old I am, because he says if a feller lies about one thing he'll lie about another.... I wonder if you'd call it being with the Colors, working like you do?" he added. "If you saw Old Glory flying from the stern and did your work with a life preserver wrapped around you and spent most of your time piking for subs and practicing emergency drills, just to let old Blondy know he can't stop us from coming across--you'd say you were with the Colors! If you stood where I did and saw that little old periscope topple over like a ninepin and heard Tommy say, 'Go get me another apple, Archie--we'll hit 'em again for good luck!'--you'd say you were with the Colors, all right! You might be in the third-line trenches a whole year an' have nothing to do with yourself but carry buckets and dig in the dirt. _I_ know." Tom was fascinated. "All you got to do is say the word," his companion went on, reading his thoughts. "The steward'll put you on. They only sign you up for one trip at a time. If you're over sixteen, it's all right. They're taking up the shore passes to-day. Nobody knows when we'll sail, or even where we're going--except the captain. If I say I know you, it'll be all right. You get a hundred and sixty dollars for the trip, and you'll have about two weeks shore leave on the other side. The principal thing they'll tell you is about keepin' your mouth shut. Are you good at that?" "There's nobody can get anything out of me if I don't want to tell," said Tom doggedly; "and I think you _are_ with the Colors. _I_ call it being in the war, and it's what I'd like to do, that's one sure thing!" "I could tell you a lot of things," said Archer, "only I'm not supposed to tell 'em to anybody." "I got to go home," said Tom; "I'm glad I met you, though. We can go in on the train together, can't we? I have to go to New York to get home. I got to go to scout meeting to-night. I'm going to stop in the postoffice when we get to Leeds; then we'll go down to Catskill Landing together, hey? I'm glad I had company, 'cause I was feeling kind of lonely and queer, like. When you talk it makes me feel as if I'd like to do that, only I see I can't." Archibald Archer gave a curious look at Tom as they plodded along. "What you tell me about that little girl makes me want to get into it all the more," Tom said. CHAPTER XIII