"I don't know about that," replied Private Hyman gravely. "So many heroes in disguise try to sneak in among the regulars that it pays us to keep our eyes open. What sort of a medal are you going to order from Congress, kid?" "A leather one," smiled Hal, "though I'd really prefer a tin medal." Good-natured laughter greeted this answer. But Private Hyman persisted: "In war time you'd chuck us, just to get a commission in the volunteers, wouldn't you?" "Not even for a general's commission in the volunteers," retorted Hal. "Are you good at athletics?" "No." "Know anything about gymnastics?" "Only one or two things." "Come down to the end of the room with me," ordered Private Hyman. Hal good-naturedly followed. So did the others. "Now, let's see if you can do this," Hyman proposed. "Take a good start and jump over the first cot, then over the second, and right on down the line, as far as you can do." That didn't look difficult. Hal leaped over the first cot, then, with hardly a pause, jumped over the second. So on he went, down over the line of ten cots. "Now, go back again, over the cots on the other side," ordered Private Hyman. Hal did so without difficulty, though he was flushed and panting by the time that he finished this brisk exercise. "Kid, you're no good," grunted Hyman. "I didn't try to make you believe I was any good," Hal retorted calmly. "No, sir! Any man who jumps as easily and naturally as you do would jump the regulars any time, and go with the high-toned volunteer crowd." "Humph! A fellow who can jump like that would jump right out of the service at the first breath of trouble," broke in another soldier. "He'd desert," agreed a third. "Walk on your hands?" queried Hyman. Hal proved that he could do so by throwing his heels up into the air and taking a dozen steps on his hands before he again came to an erect attitude. "Brains are all in your heels," remarked Private Hyman thoughtfully. "Can you pick that man up and carry him around on your back?" The soldier indicated weighed at least a hundred and sixty pounds. "I'll try," nodded Hal. Backing up to the soldier, he locked elbows, back to back, lifted the heavy one to his back and carried him twenty feet down the squad room. "Any fellow with all that strength in his back would get his back up at trouble, and back out of any fight that came his way," declared Private Hyman. "But see here, can you place your head on one chair and your feet on another, stiffen your body and lie there without touching the floor in any way." "Let's see," proposed Hal. Two chairs were quickly swung forward. Hal, who had good muscular control, took the attitude named, stiffened his body, and lay between the chairs for some moments. "He lies well and easily," observed one of the onlookers. "Yes," agreed Private Hyman. "He's easily the champion liar of the company." At that Hal sprang to his feet again.