IV The Rat

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``I'm going home now,'' he said. ``If you're going to be here to- morrow, I will try to come.''

``We shall be here,'' The Rat answered. ``It's our barracks.''

Marco drew himself up smartly and made his salute as if to a superior officer. Then he wheeled about and marched through the brick archway, and the sound of his boyish tread was as regular and decided as if he had been a man keeping time with his regiment.

``He's been drilled himself,'' said The Rat. ``He knows as much as I do.''

And he sat up and stared down the passage with new interest.