"I'm the coffee boy. Where's the coffee?" he shouted.
"Have it in a few minutes," answered the attendant who had been
so kind to them the previous morning. "Here, you boys, get over
by the steam boiler there and dry out your clothes," he added,
noting that their teeth were chattering.
"Wish somebody would pour a pail of water over me," shivered
Teddy.
"Water? What for?"
"To wash the rain off. I'm soaked," he answered humorously.
They huddled around the steam boiler, the warmth from which they
found very comforting in their bedraggled condition.
"I'm steaming like an engine," laughed Phil, taking off his coat
and holding it near the boiler.
"Yes; I've got enough of it in my clothes to run a sawmill,"
agreed Teddy. "How about that coffee?"
"Here it is."
After helping themselves they felt much better. Phil, after a
time, walked to the entrance of the cook tent and looked out. The
same bustle and excitement as on the previous two days was
noticeable everywhere, and the men worked as if utterly oblivious
of the fact that the rain was falling in torrents.
"Do we parade today?" called Phil, observing Mr.
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