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Again the commandant's hearty, friendly laugh boomed out, filling the office with merriment and honest pride. "By Snyder, you will, Son, like a thoroughbred!" He went back behind that great desk, and was suddenly once more the strict disciplinarian. "Cadet Hanlon, 'ten-shun!" he barked. The young man stood rigid. "Raise your right hand.
"Well, let's have a look," said the other. He stared hard at Skipper for a moment and then, in a loud, sharp tone, said: "'Ten-shun! Right dress!" Skipper pricked up his ears, raised his head, and side-stepped stiffly. The trotting dandy turned and looked curiously at him. "Forward!" said the man in the wagon. Skipper hobbled out into the road. "Right wheel! Halt!
The next morning during first class, the door opened and Admiral Rogers entered the classroom. "'Ten-shun!" the teacher called, springing to his feet. "As you were. I want to borrow one of your young gentlemen for the day, Major. A VIP is in town, and we want to give him an aide." He looked about the room, as though to pick out a likely-looking candidate. "How about Cadet Hanlon?
They seemed to be uniformly dressed in some sort of blue costume ornamented with dust, mud, and tatters; over the shoulder of each was slung a small, heavy-looking white sack, and under their arms they carried large black cases apparently containing musical instruments. "'Ten-SHUN!" commanded the young man, snapping his own heels together crisply. "Right DRISS! Front! Step out here, Babe!"
His knuckles were skinned, and he could feel that his face was becoming a mass of bruises. A hard left connected with his mouth, and he spat out a broken tooth. "'Ten-shun!" a commanding voice suddenly broke in.
"If ye want trouble come and git it like a man, not sneak up with a grin and then clinch. Don't reach for no knife, now, or I'll drill ye " "Tim!" barked the black-haired one. "Ten-shun!" Automatically Tim's head snapped erect and his shoulders went back. He relaxed again almost at once.
He strode forward to the middle of our compound, stood still, and confronted us. We stared at him. We gathered round him. We said nothing. "Fall in, two deep!" commanded he. And we fell in, two deep, just as he ordered. "'Ten-shun!" commanded he. And we stood to attention. Sahib, he was Ranjoor Singh! He stood within easy reach of the nearest man, clothed in a new khaki German uniform.
Major Elmfoot was examining the defences through his field-glass. "That thing looks like an old boiler, major," said Fitzgerald. "And it is an old boiler," replied the other. "I was hearing about it the other day; there was a sugar-mill here once; that ruined building was part of it." "Ten-shun!" The men sprang to their feet all together.
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