it, to remind him of his quest, though he had little hopes that it would amount to anything.
It was Sunday morning when Dick, who had awakened rather early, heard steps coming along the corridor, and then came the whistled strains of "Just Before the Battle, Mother," followed by the reveille, cheerily warbled.
"That's Toots," said Dick to Paul, who awakened just then.
Toots stopped outside Dick's door and knocked.
"Come," cried the young millionaire, and Toots, the odd character, entered, carrying a pail of hot water.
"One of the janitors is sick," he explained, "and I'm helping out. You can use this for shaving or drink it. just as you like," he added with a smile.
He filled the boys' hot water pitchers, and was about to leave the room, when he caught sight of the photograph of Corporal Bill Handlee on the shelf.
"Where—where did you get that?" he asked, turning quickly to the two lads.
"Why?" asked Dick, much impressed by the manner of Toots.
"Because I—I think I know him—or did once," and the man set down his pail of water, and drew his hand across his forehead, as if trying to brush away some cobwebs. Dick noticed that there was a scar on the man's brow.
