Morton
acknowledged by a bow and a smile.
"Well, how do you like it?" asked Frank Frost of Robert Ingalls.
"Oh, it's bully fun!" returned Bob enthusiastically. "I feel like
a hero already."
"You're as much of one now, Bob, as you'll ever be," said Wilbur
good-naturedly.
"I wouldn't advise you to be a soldier," retorted Bob. "You're
too fat to run, and would be too frightened to fight."
"I certainly couldn't expect to keep up with those long legs of
yours, Bob," said Wilbur, laughing.
The boys dispersed in excellent humor, fully determined to
persevere in their military exercises.
CHAPTER XXV. ELECTION OF OFFICERS
For the six weeks following, Mr. Morton gave lessons twice a week
to the boys. At the third lesson they received their muskets, and
thenceforth drilled with them. A few, who had not been present at
the first two lessons, and were consequently ignorant of the
positions, Mr. Morton turned over to Frank, who proved an
efficient and competent instructor.
At the end of the twelfth lesson, Mr.
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