t-class screed," went
on Jimmy with a smile. "Do you want to write yourself, or shall I?"

"Myself will I do it," said Iggy, simply. And when, after considerable
labor, mental and physical, he handed the scribbled paper to Jimmy,
he said: "Read her and see much how better as I do him in English now.
Read him," and he indicated the letter he had written to his mother.
And, to please him, and because there was nothing very personal in the
epistle, Jimmy read it. His chums, at Iggy's request, read it also.
And this is what Iggy's four Brothers saw:

"Deer Mother. In bed am i and a pritty lady she bring to me all i can
eats good, i was not shooted like is some of thee soljiers, but on me
fell rocks and stoanes so i was moastly mushed but Roger and jimmee
thay gat me oaut. i tell you of loav for yon i have mauch. soon i go
fightting agen wich is batter than in hoarse-pottle bein. i got bumps
an kuts but noat mooch alse. jimee he is to give me soam moaney what
he gat for killing a bad germans and wen i gats my share to you i it
sand will yet. good-bye deer Mother from your loafing soan Iggy."

"That's a dandy letter!" declared Jimmy when he had finished reading
it. "I'll get it right off for you, Iggy."

"Better writing I am doing yes, is it not?" anxiously inquired the
Polish lad.

"You bet!" declared Bob, and his eyes, as well as those of his chums,
were moist, for there was a pathetic note in the missive, in spite of
its queerness.

"He knew enough to use a capital now and then, which is more than he
did at Camp Sterling," declared Bob, when they had left the hospital,
to go back to their stations.

"You didn't tell him that his share of the five thousand francs, as
well as yours and ours, was missing; did you?" inquired Franz.

"What was the use?" asked Jimmy. "Poor Iggy has troubles enough as it
is. But he'll get his share all right to send home."

"Just like Jimmy Blazes," declared Roger to Bob, afterward.

It was three or four days after this that Iggy was able to leave the
hospital, and take his place with his chums.

"The five Brothers are together again!" cried Jimmy, when the reunion
took place. "Now let the Huns tremble!"

"By golly yes!" declared the Polish lad. "I fight can now like three
soldiers, so much did they give me eats in the hoarspottle. A fine
place she is--tha hoarspottle.

"But the longer we can keep out of such places as hospitals the
better," remarked Jimmy. "Now then, Iggy, what i