When nothing else to engage him, he had his orders to take the mangy dog out for a walk--and what a dog! What breed? Just dog--the yellow kind. His comrades always spoke of these walks as "two curs out for a constitutional." But that same dog was Daly's only friend, and he no doubt enjoyed his society.
Then came the great railroad strike, and the tie-up of the mails. The regiment was ordered out to open up the roads. To everybody's delight, Buestom remained behind to take care of the post; but a greater delight was when Daly asked to go with his company in the field, for now he would get more than his share of duty to make good the work thrown on his comrades while he was excused from everything. The "non-coms" were "laying for him."
When it came to choosing tent-mates, Daly was left a widow, for even Rassmussen the Swede--"Rouse mit 'em der sweet"--the worst reprobate that ever wore a uniform, refused to pair with him; so he hied himself to the nearest escort wagon and slept under