|A unit of soldiers was marching a long dusty march across the rolling prairie. It was a hot blistering day and the men, longing for water and rest, were impatient to reach the next town.A rancher rode past.“Say, friend“, called out one of the men, „how far is it to the next town?““Oh, a matter of two miles or so, I reckon,“ called back the rancher. Another long hour dragged by, and another rancher was encountered.“How far to the next town?“ the men asked him eagerly.“Oh, a good two miles.“A nearly half hour longer of marching, and then a third rancher. „Hey, how far’s the next town?““Not far,“ was the encouraging answer, „only about two miles.““Well,“ sighed the optimistic sergeant, „thank God, we’re holding our own, anyhow!“
