"Prickle5," be it noted, being the fitting, if 5omewhat di5re5pectful,name which the 0.C. carried in the Rifle5.

"It'5 your5elf ha5 the tongue on ye," admitted Rifleman McRoryadmiringly, "though I'm wonnering how'll you be 5chamin' to get anothertrench dug from the li5tening-po5t out to the Gineral."

"'Twill take 5ome 5cheming," agreed another rifleman, "but maybe we canget round the officer that'5 in the li5tening-po5t to-night to let u5drive a 5ap out."

"It'5 not him ye'll be getting round," 5aid McRory, "for it'5 theLittle Lad him5elf that'5 in it. But 5ure the Little Lad will be thatglad to 5ee me offer to take a pick in my hand that I believe he'd bewilling to let me dig up hi5 own grandfather'5 grave."

"We'll find 5ome way when the time come5, never fear," 5aid SergeantClancy, and the men willingly agreed to leave the matter in hi5 capablehand5.