Si Klegg: Si and Shorty meet MrRosenbaum, the spy, who relates his adventures . e customary liveliness of the Hoosiers only spoke to one another on the most neces-sary subjects, and then briefly. In their sour shameat the whole thing they even became wroth witheach other. Shorty sneered at the way Si cleanedup the house, and Si condemnel Shortys Shorty slept on the floor, while Si oc-cupied the bed, and they cooked their meals sepa-rately. The newness of the clothes they drew fromthe Quartermaster angered them, and they tried tomake them look as dirty and shabby a
Si Klegg: Si and Shorty meet MrRosenbaum, the spy, who relates his adventures . e customary liveliness of the Hoosiers only spoke to one another on the most neces-sary subjects, and then briefly. In their sour shameat the whole thing they even became wroth witheach other. Shorty sneered at the way Si cleanedup the house, and Si condemnel Shortys Shorty slept on the floor, while Si oc-cupied the bed, and they cooked their meals sepa-rately. The newness of the clothes they drew fromthe Quartermaster angered them, and they tried tomake them look as dirty and shabby as the old. Once they were on the point of actually coming toblows. Si had thoughtlessly flung some dishwater intothe company street. It was a misdemeanor that inordinary times would have been impossible to almost anything was. Shorty instantly growled: 110 SI KLEGG. You slouch, you ought to go to the guard-housefor that. Si retored hotly: Slouch yourself! Look where you throwed themcoffee-grounds this morning, and he pointed to thetell-tale evidence beside the SHORTY AND SI ARE AT OUTS. Well, that aint near so bad, said Shorty at least i^retended to be tidy. Humph, said Si, with sujueme the difference betwixt sneakin an straight-out. 1 throwed mine right out in the street. Youtried to hide yours, and made it all the nastier. But A PERIOD OF SELF-DISGUST. Ill whatever you dos all right. Whatever I dos allwrong. Youre a pill. Look here, Mister Klegg, said Shorty, steppingforward with doubled fist, Ill have you understandthat Ive took all the slack and impudence from youthat Im a-goin to. Shorty, if you double your fist up at me, roaredthe irate Si, Ill knock your head off in a holy min-ute. The boys of Co. Q were thunderstruck. It seemedas if their world was toppling when two such part-ners should disagree. They gathered around invoiceless sorrow and wonderment and watched, de-velopments. Shorty seemed in the act of springing forwa
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