“Did you have it out with Drake?” “Yes, I did, but I don’t feel good about it.” Rosie stood looking at the ground. “He’s been my best friend for a long time, Royal.” “I know. It’s hard to fight with a friend.” “I reckon it is.” “Where is he now?” “Headed out somewhere. You better go catch him, Royal. He might desert, and the general would have him shot sure.” “I think you’re right. Why don’t you clean yourself up? I’m sorry this had to happen.” Royal broke into a run. Ahead he saw Drake, walking blindly along the line of tents and apparently headed for the woods. “Drake!” he called out. “Wait a minute!” He caught up with the private and put himself directly in front of him. “Where are you going?” “What difference does it make?” “It makes a lot of difference if you get posted as a deserter!” Royal said. “You know what the general would do to you then.” “He’d have to catch me first!” “That wouldn’t be too hard to do.
