The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling; Or, Training for the Big Fight in France

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Bates Gordon. The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling; Or, Training for the Big Fight in France

CHAPTER I. THE GLORY ROAD TO FRANCE

CHAPTER II. OFF TO CAMP STERLING

CHAPTER III. THE BEGINNING OF COMRADESHIP

CHAPTER IV. ALL IN THE DAY’S WORK

CHAPTER V. THE BEAUTY OF GOOD ADVICE

CHAPTER VI. THE BEGINNING OF TROUBLE

CHAPTER VII. CAUGHT IN HIS OWN TRAP

CHAPTER VIII. A MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE

CHAPTER IX. THE CROWNING INSULT

CHAPTER X. NO LONGER “JUST ROOKIES”

CHAPTER XI. THE RESULT OF STAYING AWAKE

CHAPTER XII. AN UNEXPECTED FRIEND AT COURT

CHAPTER XIII. A CORPORAL AT LAST

CHAPTER XIV. ADVENTURE

CHAPTER XV. THE TWINKLE TWINS

CHAPTER XVI. UNKNOWN, UNGUESSED

CHAPTER XVII. THE WORK OF A FIEND

CHAPTER XVIII. THE CLUE

CHAPTER XIX. A FRUITFUL RUBBISH CAN

CHAPTER XX. A LEAP IN THE DARK

CHAPTER XXI. THE FIGHT

CHAPTER XXII. THE ROUND-UP

CHAPTER XXIII. IGGY TURNS SLEUTH

CHAPTER XXIV. CONCLUSION

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One o’clock of a sunshiny September afternoon saw a company of young men marching by twos down a long wooden platform, on each side of which rose waiting trains. Though still in civilian clothing, their careers as soldiers had fairly begun. Through the iron gates of the station streamed after them another procession of a somewhat different order. Though it numbered a few men, it consisted chiefly of anxious-faced women both young and elderly, who had come out that afternoon to wish the newly enlisted soldiers Godspeed before their start for Camp Sterling.

Well toward the end of the little double line were Jimmy Blaise and Roger Barlow. A little over a week had passed since that eventful Saturday afternoon when the two boys had driven to the recruiting station in Jimmy’s car. Uncle Sam had indeed been willing to number them among his daily growing host of young patriots. They had passed through the ordeal of a rigid examination with flying colors. Having gone thus far in the process of enlistment, they had since been impatiently waiting for the summons that would call them to a training camp, there to undergo a final test, take the oath of allegiance and begin soldiering in earnest. Both were distinctly elated at having thus easily passed the first test. With one accord they had decided on the infantry as the most desirable branch of the service for them. Infantry promised plenty of excitement.

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“Covers about eight square miles, I should say; maybe a little more than that. I hadn’t thought of enlisting until after the second trip to it. Then I just had to step in line. I wasn’t going to hang back until the draft got me, like a lot of fellows I know. I figured it out this way. If I went into the Army and came out alive at the end of the war, I’d have had all the fun and a barrel of experience. If I got to France and then went West – that’s what they call it when you cash in your checks – I’d have a lot of fun anyhow while I lasted. I’d like to get a whack at the Fritzies, so why lose a chance at it? Infantry for mine, though, every time.”

“I hope we are put in the same barrack.” This new acquaintance was one strictly after impetuous Jimmy’s own heart.

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