"In obedience to orders from headquarters, I have the honor to report my
regiment to you, Colonel Stirling, and await your orders," said the
officer of the "visiting" regiment, evidently trying not to laugh.
"Let your men break ranks, and breakfast, Major Rivington," said Peter.
In two minutes dandy and mick were mingled, exchanging experiences, as
they sliced meat off the same ham-bones and emptied the same cracker
boxes. What was more, each was respecting and liking the other. One
touch of danger is almost as efficacious as one touch of nature. It is
not the differences in men which make ill-feeling or want of sympathy,
it is differences in conditions.
In the mean time, Peter, Ray and Ogden had come together over their
grub, much as if it was a legal rather than an illegal trouble to be
dealt with.
"Where were you?" asked Peter.
"At the Sixty-third Street terminals," said Ray. "We didn't have any fun
at all. As quiet as a cow. You always were lucky! Excuse me, Peter, I
oughtn't to have said it," Ray continued, seeing Peter's face.
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