"As this is the first evening I've had off in three weeks I don't
believe I need feel that I'm loafing," Dick reflected. "It's
gorgeous outdoors to-night. There will undoubtedly be plenty
of moonlight in France, but there won't be many opportunities
like this one."
Finding that his horse was sweating, Dick slowed the animal down
to a walk. He had ridden along another mile when, near a farmhouse
he espied a soldier in the road, strolling with a young woman.
As the horse gained upon the young couple the soldier glanced
backward, then swung the girl to the side of the road and halted
beside her, drawing himself up to attention and saluting smartly.
The man was Private Lawrence of his own company.
"Good evening," Dick nodded, pleasantly.
"Good evening, sir," replied the private.
Dick didn't ask, as some officers would have done, whether the
soldier had pass to be out of camp. He could ascertain that on
his return to camp. Instead, he said:
"You must have this road pretty nearly to yourself, Lawrence,
as far as soldiers go.
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