ss in
part, but only in part. In his concern for his friend he had forgotten
himself, and in forgetting himself he had forgotten his fear. It was an
amazing discovery.

"Thank the good God," he said. "He never forgets a fellow, and I won't
forget that."

He woke to find Hobbs at his side, with coffee, toast and bacon, and on
the floor beside his cot his tub awaiting him--the tub being a rubber
receptacle exactly eighteen inches in diameter.

He hurried through his dressing, and his breakfast, all the while
Cameron lying like a dead man, and with almost a dead man's face.

Barry hated to waken him, but reveille was but a bare thirty minutes
off, and he had an experiment to work upon his friend.

"Bring the coffee, Harry. Not the bacon, yet," he ordered.

"Hello, Cameron, old boy! Wake up."

Cameron rolled over with a groan and opened his eyes, still dull and
heavy with sleep.

"Here you are. Pipe this down your tunnel and look lively, too. You have
got thirty minutes--twenty-five, really--to reveille, and you have your
toilet to perform--shave, massage, manicure and all the rest--so go to
it. Here's your tub. You can't get into it, but soap yourself over, and
Hobbs will sluice you with a pail or two outside."

"Why all this Spartan stuff? It's awfully cold. I think I'll content
myself with a nose rub this morning."

"Get out of bed, and be quick about it," commanded Barry, "unless you'd
rather take your tub where you are."

So saying he jerked the clothes clear off the cot, threatening Cameron
with the tub. Cameron sprang up, stripped, soaped himself over, groaning
and shivering the while; then stood outside in the open, while Hobbs
administered the order of the bath, and after a vigorous rub, came in
glowing.

"By jingo! That's bully! It's a pity a fellow can't always feel just how
bully it is before he takes it."

"Na-a-w then! a little snap!" ordered Barry, in attempted imitation of
the inimitable Sergeant Major Hackett. "A little speed, ple-ease! That's
better. I've seen worse--not often!"

And so he rattled on through Cameron's dressing and shaving operations.

"Now then, 'Obbs, a little Delmonico 'ere. Shove this bacon against your
fice, Cameron."

"What about yours, sir?" said Cameron, as he sat down to the luxuries
which somehow Hobbs had "rustled."

"Had it, you slacker." Then with a swift change of voice and manner he
added: "Listen to me, Cameron. I'm going to have my prayers. You won't