"Well, you look good to me, whether I do to you or not," Todd declared, as he scraped at the muddy plaster on his clothing. "Enter!" Thaine exclaimed dramatically, holding back the tent flaps. "I hope you are not wounded." Todd limped inside and sat down on the wet straw. "No, my company just got to camp. I was so crazy to see anybody from the short grass country that I made a slide your way too swiftly. I don't mind these clothes, for I'll be getting my soldier's togs in a minute anyhow, but I did twist that ankle in my zeal. Where's your uniform?" Todd asked, staring at Thaine's clothes. "With yours, still. Make a minute of it when you get it, won't you?" Thaine replied. "Our common Uncle wants soldiers. He has no time to give to their clothes. A ragged shirt or naked breast will stop a Spanish bullet as well as a khaki suit." "Do you mean to say you haven't your soldier uniform yet?" Todd broke in. "A few of us have, but most of us haven't. They cost something," Thaine said with a shiver, for the May afternoon was chilly. "Then I'll not stay here and risk my precious life for a government so darned little and stingy." Todd sprang up with the words, but fell down again, clasping his ankle. "Oh, yes, you will. You've enlisted already, and you have a bad ankle already. Let me see it." Thaine examined the sprained limb carefully. He had something of his father's ability for such things combined with his mother's gentle touch. "Let me bind it up a little while you tell me about Grass River. Then hie thee to a hospital," he said. "There's nothing new, except that Dr. Carey has gone West for a vacation and John Jacobs is raising cain over at Wykerton because a hired hand, just a waif of an orphan boy, got drunk in Hans Wyker's joint and fell into Big Wolf and was drowned. Funny thing about it was that Darley Champers came out against Wyker for the first time. It may go hard with the old Dutchman yet. Jim Shirley isn't very well, but he never complains, you know. Jo Bennington was wild to have me enlist. I suppose some pretty University girl was backing you all the time," Todd said enthusiastically. "The only pretty girl I care for didn't want me to go to the war at all," Thaine replied, staring gloomily out at the rain. "Well, why do you go, then?" Todd inquired. "Oh, she doesn't specially care for me here, either," Thaine replied. "Girls don't control this game for me. But we have some princes of men here all right." "As for instance?" Todd queried.