Kelly dropped the capsule into his mouth, resolving to hold it there until he could get outside. "Here's a glass of water. Wash it down," ordered the hospital steward. "Then you can open your mouth and I'll make sure that you've swallowed the stuff." "Can't ye be after taking a soldier's word?" demanded Kelly, with a burst of virtuous indignation. "Not where quinine's the medicine," returned the steward, grinning. "Now, down with the water, and then open your mouth." There was no chance for sleight of hand here. Kelly actually swallowed the hated stuff, then submitted the proof. "Here are the other capsules," went on the steward, handing the victim a small pill box. "Take one of the capsules at bed time and the other two to-morrow morning and noon. Sergeant Overton, it will be as well for you to see that Kelly obeys the order." "May I go now?" demanded Kelly. "Yes." So sergeant and private passed out together. "No wonder men sometimes desert," grumbled Private Kelly. "Nonsense," laughed Hal. "Kelly, you're too good a soldier to be afraid of just a bad taste in the mouth." "I don't want a bitter taste in me mouth, unless an enemy is smart enough to give it to me," grumbled Kelly, then added, "but by the powers, that steward is an enemy of mine, and I'll have his scalp one of these nights when I catch him outside on pass." When Hal returned to the porch he picked up his book and disappeared into the quieter squad room, for he had found it rather difficult to study while among the others. "Long" Green was making considerable noise, lying on his back on the porch, rumbling snores issuing from his wide-open mouth. "No man has a right to run a Gatling gun like that without a license," muttered Kelly, gazing thoughtfully down at the noisy sleeper. "Boys, whist!" There was mischief in the Irishman's eyes. Sergeant Hal, from the shadow at the back of the squad room, heard and glanced out. At a sign from Private Kelly, the other soldiers rose, fleeing softly inside of barracks. With an air as grave as that of a college professor absorbed in a chemical experiment, Private Kelly drew the pill box from one of his pockets. He took out a capsule, uncapped it, and bent over the sleeper. Into "Long" Green's open mouth Kelly carefully but swiftly emptied the contents of the capsule of quinine, then joined his comrades in the barracks, all but closing the door. After a moment Private William Green, asleep though he was, became dimly conscious that something was wrong with his tongue. Then he awoke. There was a hideously bitter taste in his mouth. In another instant Private Green had turned ghastly pale, shaking like a leaf. It took him but a moment to realize that he was alone on the porch. Out on the road, some two hundred yards away, a solitary male native was passing. Private Green was a quick guesser. "_Kantab!_" he gasped hoarsely.