"I DON'T want to say or think anything disloyal," laughed Noll, as the two chums turned in at barracks, "but I wish Shrimp would desert."
"I wish we could have Sergeant Brimmer to teach us all the time," returned Hal. "I can't believe that Corporal Shrimp is any good to the service."
"I wouldn't be any good if I had to stand around for a fellow like Shrimp all the time," Noll answered. "How different it is when we are under a real soldier like the sergeant."
Corporal Shrimp was alone in the squad room when the two chums entered. The corporal was scowling sulkily until he caught sight of Hal and Noll.
"Come over to yer beds, ye two blamed rookies!" ordered Shrimp, jumping up. "I'll be bound ye know nothing yet of how to fold yer bedding."
"No, we don't," replied Hal, with an outward respect that he was far from feeling.
"Then watch me, bandy-legs, while I put yer bed down in regulation style."
Shrimp quickly threw the bedding down on Hal's cot. With the deft hands of the trained soldier Shrimp made the bed up with neatness and dispatch.
"And in the morning, after first call to reveille," continued the Corporal, "ye'll turn yer mattress up—so. And fold and lay the bedding—so. Now, let's see ye shake down yer bed and make it."
This task Hal performed rather well for the first time trying. But Shrimp found a lot of fault, volubly, then finally shoved Hal Overton aside and finished the bed-making with a few deft touches.
"Now, turn up yer mattress, and fold yer bedding," ordered the corporal.
Hal started patiently to obey, but there was no pleasing Shrimp. He vented a couple of oaths, evidently in order to make the matter clearer.
"Now, do it over again," ordered Shrimp roughly.
"This fellow is venting his spite on us because he's angry at the way Sergeant Brimmer relieved him this afternoon," thought Hal hotly. Yet he tried patiently to follow out his instructions.
In the meantime four or five other recruits had entered the squad room.
"Here ye gibbering monkey! Not that way!" snarled Shrimp. "Stand aside!"
Seizing Hal by the shoulders Shrimp deliberately hurled him out into the middle of the squad room. Hal did not fall, but he wheeled about, his eyes flashing.
Corporal Shrimp stood surveying him angrily.
"Making faces at me, are ye, ye Army-lawyer?" howled Shrimp, springing toward Hal.
He launched a blow full at the young rookie. Private Overton, who had some knowledge of boxing and of its companion foot-work, stepped aside.
But as Shrimp recovered and prepared to launch another blow, Hal Overton threw his hands up at guard.
Then recollecting that he was a private soldier, under discipline, Hal let his hands fall uselessly at his side, while a hot flush of shame mounted to his brow.
"Going to hit me, were ye?" sneered Shrimp, in an ugly tone. "It's well ye didn't! Now, stand where ye are till I take some of the conceit out of ye!"
Shrimp raised his right fist deliberately.
"Corporal!"
There was no mistaking that crisp tone. It was one of sharp command. Sergeant Brimmer,who had just opened the door and looked in, now came striding down the squad room.
"Corporal, stand at attention!"
Shrimp wheeled about, coming to the position of the soldier as he faced the sergeant. But the corporal's countenance was still as black as thunder. Sergeant Brimmer, too, was thoroughly angry, though righteously so.
"Corporal Shrimp, you're in arrest for striking at and humiliating a private soldier. Come with me to the company commander."
"Now, see here, Sergeant," began Shrimp hoarsely, "you don't know what I have to put up with with these rookies. I have to do something to keep discipline among men who are new to barracks. I——"
"Hold your tongue and come with me," insisted Sergeant Brimmer crisply.
There was no disregarding that angry, authoritative tone. As the sergeant wheeled Shrimp turned and went with him, as though stricken suddenly dumb.
"Good enough!" rose a cry, as the door closed on the two non-coms.
"Got what he needs," muttered some one else.
"I hope he stays in arrest," added another rookie. "This squad room was a good deal like a madhouse when the sergeant wasn't here."
Twenty minutes went by before the dooropened to admit Sergeant Brimmer on his return.
"Now, men, come close. I want to tell you a few things," began the sergeant. "The first is this. No non-commissioned officer has any right to swear at any of you. It is in violation of regulations. If any non-commissioned officer calls you vile names, or swears at you, it is your right, and your duty, too, to report it to the non-commissioned officer in charge of the squad room. If he fails to take heed of your complaint, then go to the first sergeant of the company. If he fails to heed your complaint, then go to the company commander. Is that clear?"
The recruits nodded.
"Second," pursued Sergeant Brimmer, "no non-commissioned officer has any right to strike you, unless it be strictly in self-defense, or in defense of an officer who is threatened by you. You have the same remedy of complaint, if any non-commissioned officer strikes you, or lays violent hands on you, as in the case of vile or profane language. Is that clear."
"Yes, Sergeant," came from all sides.
"Any questions?" asked Sergeant Brimmer, looking about him.
"Has any officer any right to direct bad language at an enlisted man, or to strike him?" queried Noll.
"The officer has no more right than anyone else, except in an emergency of danger to himself or others," replied Sergeant Brimmer. "But there's this difference: I've been in the Army fourteen years, and I never knew an officer to degrade himself in that fashion. But occasionally a non-commissioned officer will so disgrace himself. Either the officer or non-commissioned officer who swears at or strikes an enlisted man may be court-martialed, and, if it is found that he is guilty, he is dismissed from the service."
"We've had an awful lot to put up with from Corporal Shrimp, Sergeant," announced one of the uniformed recruits.
"I'm afraid you have, men. But I don't want you to carry tales to me. Tale-bearing is never worth while, nor encouraged, in the Army. Corporal Shrimp's case is now before the commanding officer. To-night or to-morrow an officer will be here to take the complaints of any of you men who have grievances. You will beexpectedto complain to the officer only about wrongs that have been done you by Corporal Shrimp. The officer will not permit any tale-bearing about anything that happened to anyone else. Corporal Shrimp is now in another squad room, under arrest. He will probably be court-martialed. In any case he won't returnhere until his case has been thoroughly disposed of."
The door opened, and a corporal of twenty-five years, or under, entered, striding straight up to Brimmer.
"Sergeant, I am directed by the company commander to report to you for quarters and duty here," announced the newcomer.
"Very good, Corporal Davis. I will assign you to your cot at once."
The new corporal was speedily assigned, after which the sergeant left the room on duty.
"Are there any new recruits here who do not fully understand the care of their bedding?" inquired Corporal Davis pleasantly.
"I do not, Corporal," Hal answered.
"Nor do I," came from Noll.
"Which are your beds, then?" asked Davis promptly.
Within fifteen minutes both Hal and Noll knew how to make beds, and how to fold them away for the day.
Davis proved to be a younger edition of the sergeant. He was not familiar with the recruits, but taught what he was there to teach, and did it with a mingling of firmness and patience.
"From policing of quarters in the morning until tattoo at night," went on Corporal Davis,"you are not allowed to take down your bedding and make up the bed, except under orders for purposes of instruction. At tattoo you may make up your bed and turn in promptly, if you wish. At taps you must have your bed made, and get into it at once. Any man up after taps, except by permission, is subject to discipline."
Supper call came soon after. When the evening meal was finished our young rookies found that they had the evening to themselves. They could stay in squad room, or could go out into the open, if they preferred, though, as rookies, they could not roam as they pleased over the whole post.
Hal and Noll elected to take a stroll after supper.
"Hal," proposed Noll, "I want to ask you something."
"Permission granted," laughed Private Overton.
"Do you think you're going to like the Regular Army as much as you expected!"
"Yes, siree," replied Hal promptly, and with enthusiasm. "Shrimp was hard to swallow, and he would have made this place purgatory to us. But he was caught, red-handed, and we've had a lesson, the first day in the service, that real justice rules always in the Army. Thebreaking-in as recruits, Noll, is going to be harder than I thought, even if we have such fine men as Brimmer and Davis all the time. But, after we get through that period, and at last know our duties and understand the life, we're going to be mighty glad that we took the oath and enlisted under the Flag."
"It's mighty good to hear you say that," replied Noll Terry almost gratefully. "But I'm afraid we have a fearful lot ahead of us to learn. It will take an awfully long time to learn all we have got to know, I fear."
"A recruit generally stays about three months at the rendezvous," Hal went on. "After that he's drafted to his regiment, sent away to join it, and then he's a real soldier at last."
"With still a lot to learn, though," added Noll.
"Yes," Hal assented. "I imagine that the real soldier always learns as long as he remains in the service."
After a long walk, doubling back and forth over some roads and paths several times, our young rookies found themselves looking at the water by the Jersey end of the island.
"I wonder if we'd be allowed to go over there by the water's edge!" suggested Hal. "It would be fine to sit down there and hear the waves lap up against the shore. I don't wantto go in yet, Noll, but I am tired enough to want to sit down."
"Here comes some one in uniform," murmured Noll.
It was a sergeant passing, though one the rookies had not seen before.
"Sergeant," called Hal, "may I ask you a question?"
"Of course," answered the sergeant, halting and regarding them.
"We're rookies; just joined to-day," continued Hal. "We were wondering if it would be any breach of discipline for us to go over there by the shore and sit down near the water for a while."
"There's no rule against it," replied the sergeant. "But I'd advise you to be back before taps, for it generally takes a recruit some time to get his bed made right."
"Thank you, Sergeant. We'll be sure to go back in time."
As the sergeant passed on Hal and Noll headed for the shore.
"Here's as good a place as any, Noll," said Hal, as they reached the shore. He pointed to a little depression in the ground. There was a little rise of ground before them as they threw themselves down flat, though it did not wholly shut off their view of the water.
Little waves lapped up monotonously against the beach.
"My, but that's a sound to make one drowsy," laughed Noll contentedly.
"We mustn't let it have that effect on us," uttered Hal, half in alarm. "I am tired, but it would never do to fall asleep here and be late at tattoo. I don't know what kind of scrape that would get us into."
"Do you know," went on Noll, "this day's doings all seem like parts of a dream to me. I can't realize, yet, that I'm a soldier. I suppose it's because we haven't our uniforms yet."
"That has something to do with it, of course," nodded Hal. "I thought this a pretty good suit of clothes when I left home, but now I feel actually shabby and fearfully awkward when I look about me at older recruits in their snappy uniform. It'll really seem like a big load off my mind, Noll, when I find myself in the blue."
"The fellows tell me that a rookie generally has his first issue of uniform in about three days," said Noll. "That won't be so very long to wait."
"Won't it, though?" almost grumbled Hal. "Any time at all is too long to wait, when we've been dreaming so long about wearing the uniform."
"Why, we'd be a discredit to the uniformat present," smiled Noll. "Think how awkward we looked and felt, and were to-day. It seemed as though it were going to be simply impossible to learn the first steps of a soldier's business."
"We'll learn faster, now," suggested Hal; "now that Shrimp has gone out of our lives."
"Hashe gone out of our lives, I wonder?" mused Noll.
"Say," hinted Hal, "I'd have given a lot to have seen Tip Branders drilling under Shrimp."
"I don't suppose we'll be very likely to see Tip again, for some years," suggested Noll.
In this he was in error, as will presently appear.
"How's the time running along, I wonder?" was Noll's next thought.
Hal drew his watch from a pocket, laid it on the ground, and struck a match, screening the blaze with his hands.
"We've nearly an hour yet," Overton answered.
"I don't know but we'd better go back before we have to," ventured Noll. "Hullo, there's a boat out there, putting in this way."
Though neither of the boys knew it some of the glow of the burning match had been visible in the darkness out on the water, and this boat was coming in answer to a fancied signal.
"I'm going to watch that boat a bit," whispered Hal in his chum's ear.
"Why?"
"Well, I don't believe it has any right to land here at night. Any boatman here on honest business ought to go around to the dock, I think."
"Pooh!" breathed Noll.
"Don't make any noise, anyway."
It was very dark, but the rookies could see a small rowboat head into the beach just a little way below them. There was one man in the boat, and he promptly sounded a low, cautious whistle. It was answered from behind the young recruits, somewhere. Then the sound of steps.
Some one was approaching, and the boatman, standing up in his craft, listened, then called in a low voice:
"That you, Sim?"
"Yep."
"Good!" answered the boatman. "I got your word, 'phoned from New York. I've got cit clothes for you in the boat, also a weight to sink your uniform with, when you make the change."
Now the newcomer trod down straight past the place of concealment of the boys. Something in his figure was wholly familiar.
"Why, that's Corporal Shrimp!" called Hal, springing up and running down toward the shore. Noll followed his chum on the instant, both arriving at once.
"Well, what do you rookies want here?" demanded Shrimp, turning upon them with an oath.
"I guess we're here on duty," clicked Hal resolutely. "You're supposed to be in arrest, Corporal, and here you are leaving the post on the sly!"
"I'm out of arrest, and on duty. Stand aside!" snarled Shrimp, his look becoming very ugly.
"Is it a kind of duty that calls for you to sneak away in this fashion, put on citizen's clothes, and sink your uniform in the bay?" demanded Private Overton mockingly. "If you tell me that, Corporal, I don't believe you."
Corporal Shrimp uttered another ugly oath. Then, with a flashing movement, he drew a service revolver from under his blouse and thrust the muzzle almost in Private Overton's face.
"LOOK out, Sim Shrimp!" called the boatman quickly, warningly.
For, while Hal had stood looking gamely at the revolver, Noll Terry had side-stepped, and now leaped at the corporal.
Whack! Noll struck up the glinting barrel of the weapon.
Private Overton, seeming to move in the same instant, leaped forward in front.
Bang! The revolver was discharged, but harmlessly into the air, as both rookies tackled the corporal and bore him to the ground.
"Help, here, Bill!" cried Shrimp, as he found himself going over backward.
The boatman leaned over to snatch up an oar. As he rose with it he saw Private Hal Overton rise with the corporal's revolver in his hand.
"Stay where you are, Corporal, and don't make any fuss," advised Hal grimly. "Your friend had better stay where he is if he doesn't want to know what it feels like to have a bullet going through him."
"Drop that gun, and let me up! Get out of my way," ordered Shrimp. "You're interferingwith me in the discharge of my duty, and I'll put you both in a lot of trouble."
"Don't you try to get up," ordered Noll, who had thrown himself across the corporal and was holding him down.
"Sentry!" yelled Hal. "Sentry."
He should have called, "Corporal of the guard!" but he didn't know that.
Another shot at some distance was heard, followed by a lusty shout from a sentry of:
"Corporal of the guard, post number seven!"
"Let me up out of this, and I'll let you both off," proposed Corporal Simeon Shrimp.
"You'll stay just where you are," ordered Hal, "and I give you my word that, if I see any signs of your trying to escape, I'll drill you through with all the bullets this revolver carries."
Running feet were now coming rapidly their way.
"Lemme go—boys, do," pleaded the corporal brokenly, terror ringing in his voice. "Boys, you don't know what fearful trouble you'll get me into."
"That's a different song," retorted Private Hal Overton dryly. "But it wouldn't do any good to let you go now. Your friend has shoved off, and is rowing like mad."
The steps of running men now came nearer.
Both Rookies Tackled the Corporal.Both Rookies Tackled the Corporal.
"This way, Corporal of the guard!" called Private Overton.
In another moment the corporal and two men of the guard raced to the spot.
"This is Corporal Shrimp. He was under arrest, and trying to escape," announced Hal. "There was a friend of his here with a boat, and he's out yonder now, Corporal, trying to get away."
"Load with ball cartridge, hail that boat, and fire if the man doesn't come about promptly and row in," ordered the corporal, turning to one of the members of the guard.
The soldier so directed loaded his rifle like lightning.
"Boat ahoy, turn about and come back!" shouted the soldier.
There was no answer from the water.
"Turn about and come back," repeated the soldier.
Still no answer. Then, after a third hail, the soldier raised his rifle to his shoulder, sighting as best he could in the darkness.
Bang! The rifle spat forth a jet of fire and sent a bullet whistling over the water.
"Send a couple of more shots after him," ordered the corporal.
Still no answer from out on the water. And, by this time, the boat was so far away in thedarkness that it was impossible to judge in which direction to aim.
"Cease firing. The rascal has escaped," said the corporal of the guard. "You are recruits, aren't you?" turning to Hal and Noll.
"Yes, Corporal."
"You're right about Corporal Shrimp being in arrest. Corporal, you've taken a long chance in breaking your arrest like this."
Shrimp said not a word. He was cunning enough to know that nothing he could say now would help his case any.
Suddenly one of the two members of the guard stepped forward, bringing his rifle to port.
"Halt!" he called. "Who goes there?"
"Sergeant of the guard," replied another voice out of the darkness.
"Advance, Sergeant of the guard, to be recognized."
Not only the sergeant came forward, but four other members of the guard with him.
"Corporal Shrimp, breaking arrest and attempting to desert, Sergeant," reported the corporal of the guard.
"Shrimp, what a fool you've been to-day!" muttered Sergeant Collins. "Let him up, men. Hold out your hands, Corporal Shrimp. I've got to do it."
His face sallow with dread and humiliation, Shrimp held out his hands, while the sergeant snapped a pair of handcuffs into place over his wrists.
"March the prisoner to the guard-house, Corporal," directed the sergeant of the guard. Then he turned to Private Hal, who still held the revolver.
"You two are recruits?"
"Yes, Sergeant."
"You stopped the prisoner from escaping?"
"Yes, Sergeant."
"Where did you get that revolver?"
"It is the one that Corporal Shrimp drew on us when we attempted to prevent him from escaping."
"You took it away from him in a scuffle?"
"Yes, Sergeant."
"Mighty fine work for a pair of young recruits," declared Sergeant Collins promptly. "Your names?"
Hal and Noll informed the sergeant of the guard on this point as the sergeant turned on his way back to the guard-house.
"You'll come with me, Overton and Terry. The officer of the day will need to hear your statements."
"We'll not be censured, Sergeant, for being late at the squad room?"
"Hardly," came the dry retort. "You're now under orders from the guard. Don't worry, men."
Shrimp's voice was audible once more. He was swearing volubly over the trick that fate had played him.
"Stop that prisoner's swearing," ordered Sergeant Collins sharply.
In a short time the guard party reached the post guard-house.
Lieutenant Mayberry, officer of the day, stood just outside of the door.
"What have you there, Corporal?" asked Lieutenant Mayberry curiously.
"Corporal Shrimp, sir, for breaking arrest and attempting to desert, sir," replied the corporal of the guard, bringing his hand to his piece in a rifle salute, which the officer of the day acknowledge by bringing his right hand up to the visor of his cap.
"Where did you catch him?"
"At the shore, sir, over there," replied the corporal of the guard, pointing.
"There's no sentry post over there, Corporal."
"No, sir; the prisoner was caught by two rook—recruits, sir."
"Two recruits?"
"Yes, sir."
"Where are they?"
"Coming, sir, with the sergeant of the guard."
At this moment Sergeant Collins stepped forward into the light.
"These are the two recruits, sir, who caught the prisoner," announced Sergeant Collins, making the rifle salute.
"Your names and company, men?" asked Lieutenant Mayberry.
"Private Overton, A Company, sir," replied Hal, saluting.
"Private Terry, A Company, sir," from Noll.
"How long have you men been on post?" asked the officer of the guard.
"Since about noon, to-day, sir." Hal was spokesman this time.
"And you've already started your Army career by catching a man in the act of desertion?" cried the lieutenant. "Men, you're beginning well. Corporal, lock the prisoner in a cell. Then report to me at my desk. Sergeant, bring Privates Overton and Terry inside with you."
Hal and Noll, the sergeant and the corporal soon stood grouped before the desk of the officer of the day. Sergeant Collins had turned over the revolver that Private Hal had taken from Shrimp.
Lieutenant Mayberry listened with very evident interest as the story of the capture was unfolded to him.
"Corporal, did you see the boat in question?" asked the officer of the day, at last.
"Yes, sir, though very indistinctly, in the distance. It was out of sight in the darkness, an instant after, sir."
"But there can be no doubt that the boat was there, Corporal?"
"I am absolutely certain of it, sir," replied the corporal.
"That is all, now," finished Lieutenant Mayberry. "Overton and Terry, I am going to commend you, in an off-hand way, now, for your judgment and intelligence to-night. You have made an excellent beginning. You may very likely hear from the commanding officer later."
At that moment a bugle call was heard.
"That's taps, isn't it?" asked Hal, realizing for the first time how time had passed at the guard-house.
"Yes," replied Sergeant Collins. "Tattoo went some time ago."
"You won't find yourselves in any trouble, men," broke in Lieutenant Mayberry, with a slight smile. "Report to the non-commissioned officer in charge of your squad room that you have been at the guard-house under orders."
As soon as dismissed Hal and Noll made a swift spurt for barracks.
"Too bad, the first night, men," said Sergeant Brimmer quietly, meeting them just inside the door of the squad room.
Hal promptly accounted for both himself and his chum.
"Whew!" whistled the startled sergeant softly. "You caught Corporal Shrimp in the act of deserting? Men, your time to get square came around soon, didn't it?"
"We didn't do it to get square, Sergeant," replied Hal. "We did it as a matter of military duty."
"Well, go softly to your beds, men. I'll go with you, to see that you make 'em up according to rule."
As Sergeant Brimmer went back to his own iron cot he muttered to himself:
"Caught Shrimp, and turned him over to the guard! Those lads are going to make good soldiers. And it won't pay any comrade to make enemies of them needlessly."
UNIFORMED rookies at last!
How proud each of our young rookies felt when at last he had a chance to survey himself in a glass.
Never, it seemed, had uniforms fitted quite as neatly before.
Never, at all events, had young recruits felt any keener delight than did Hal and Noll when they found themselves in their first infantry uniforms.
From that happy instant they were looked upon as the two brightest, keenest recruits on post.
On the first day of their uniformed lives Sergeant Brimmer came to them.
"You are directed to fall in at parade, this afternoon, without arms. At formation I will place you in the rear rank."
Though they had their uniforms, their rifles had not yet been issued.
"What does it all mean?" wondered Noll. "We're not promoted to the company yet. We're not out of the squad work yet."
"We can wait to find out what it means," Halanswered. "It won't be many hours till parade time, now."
Then, at the bugle call, these young soldiers hurried outside, where Corporal Davis formed them and marched them away.
Having finished with the "school of the soldier" our two rookies were now in the "school of the squad."
In a company of infantry the squad consists of seven privates and a corporal. Marching in column of twos, or in column of fours, the corporal's place is on the left of the front rank of the squad; he himself makes the eighth man. But, for purposes of instructing recruits, the squad consists of eight rookies and a corporal.
Davis now led them away to the field, where he halted them.
"We will first," he announced, "take up the six setting-up drills of the manual, and go through with them three or four times. You men will do it as snappily as possible to-day."
These exercises consist of various gymnastic movements with the arms, of bending until the hands touch the ground, and of leg-raising work. The setting-up drills are very similar to ordinary work without apparatus in a gymnasium—but with this difference: the rookie is made to go through with them more and more snappily each time that he is set to the work.The result is that, within a few weeks, an awkward and perhaps shuffling, shambling young man is trained and built into the erect, alert, snappy and dignified soldier.
The setting-up work performed, Corporal Davis next drilled the rookies in alignments, interval-taking, marchings, turnings and "about," which corresponds to the old-time "about-face." It might be well to remark that all military commands in these days, have been greatly simplified as compared with the old style of doing things.
Davis was an alert and industrious instructor, yet he abused none of the men, nor ever lost his patience. He was making rapid progress with this squad.
"Fall out," he called, from time to time.
"To-morrow you will have your arms issued to you," he announced during one of the rests. "Then you will learn the manual of arms, and also how to march with arms. Your work will be harder, but you're being prepared for harder work now."
By this time Hal and Noll had been in the Army nearly three weeks. Some of the rookies in the same squad had been in the service considerably longer. The length of time that he remains a recruit depends very much upon the rookie himself.
"Our arms?" said Noll to his chum. "That's the last step toward being a real soldier."
"No; the last step is when your company commander pronounces you a qualified private soldier," rejoined Hal Overton. "And that's after you've been drafted into a real regiment, at that."
The loneliness had all vanished now. Both Hal and Noll were now wholly in love with the life, and anxious for the day when they should be sent forth to their regiment. They had requested that they be sent to the same regiment, and had little doubt but that their wish would be granted.
No longer did the arduous work make them tired. Instead, the steady, brisk and systematic exercise left them keen and very much alive when the command "dismissed" came.
At last a bugle sounded the recall for the rookie squads. Corporal Davis finished the instruction in which he was engaged, then called out:
"Halt! Dismissed."
In an instant the rookies left the ranks, glad of a bit of play-time before supper.
But Davis called after two of them:
"Overton and Terry, don't forget that you're under orders to report at company formation before parade this afternoon."
"We won't forget it, Corporal," Hal answered.
"Why are you ordered to company formation?" asked one of the men of the squad curiously.
"We haven't the least idea," Hal answered frankly.
"Oh, well, I can be near enough to find out," rejoined the curious one.
"Say," suggested Noll almost excitedly, "it can't be that we're considered far enough advanced to turn out with the company?"
"Hardly likely," murmured Hal, "when we don't know the manual of arms yet."
"Then what——"
"Wait."
Yet Hal Overton was certainly decidedly curious, despite his coolness. Both our young rookies hung about until they heard first call for parade. Then they hurried toward the company parade ground.
Soon the fall-in order was given, and the older rookies fell in under arms. Sergeant Brimmer, true to his word, stepped up and placed Hal and Noll six paces to the rear of the second platoon.
"Obey all orders that do not call for the manual of arms," was his parting instruction. Then Brimmer went to his own position.
The company was assembled, roll-call followedand there was a brief inspection of arms. While this was going on the post adjutant appeared and took up post.
"Publish the orders," commanded the captain, at last.
From the breast of his blouse the adjutant drew forth an official paper. While the men in ranks stood at order arms, the adjutant read aloud:
"'For exceptional zeal, intelligence and loyalty in preventing the escape and attempted desertion of a prisoner, Recruit Privates Overton and Terry are hereby commended.'"
This was signed by the post commander.
Now Sergeant Brimmer stepped over to Hal and Noll with military stride, saying briskly:
"Recruit Privates Overton and Terry dismissed."
That was all. Brimmer was already on his way back to his own post.
"Was that all we turned out for with the company?" asked Noll in a low voice.
"Wasn't it enough?" retorted Hal in an equally low tone, as they watched the manœuvres of the company at a distance.
"There's one thing we didn't get commended for in that order," Noll went on.
"What was that?"
"Well, we had to tackle an armed man whenwe went up against the Shrimp. The order didn't say anything about courage."
"That's because only exceptional courage is ever mentioned in orders," Hal explained. "Any soldier is expected to have courage enough to face firearms."
When Sergeant Brimmer returned to squad room after parade he came straight over to Hal and Noll.
"That was a pretty good thing for you this afternoon, men," he commented pleasantly. "It isn't often that a rookie gets commended in orders."
"Does it bring any more pay?" laughed Noll.
"No; but, my man, it goes on your record, and that's worth something. The commendation that was read out in orders this afternoon goes forward to your new colonel, when you're drafted to a line regiment, and that commendation becomes a part of your permanent record in the Army. Isn't that enough?"
"It's too much," Hal declared, "for such a little thing as we did."
"You men want promotion, don't you?" asked Sergeant Brimmer.
"Surely," nodded Noll.
"When you get to your regiment, and your company commander has occasion to appoint a new corporal, he looks over the records of themen in his company. Men, I guess you've each of you got your first grip on one of the chevrons that Shrimp dropped."
For Shrimp had been tried by court-martial, three days before. The findings, verdict and sentence had been sent on through the military channels, and would not be published until approved by the department commander. But no one at the island doubted that Shrimp would lose his corporal's chevrons, would be dismissed the service and sentenced to imprisonment in addition.
"I'd rather get chevrons, if they're coming my way, by some other means than pulling them off another man's sleeves," thought Hal to himself.
TWELVE working days with arms, and Privates Overton and Terry were moved on into A Company.
They were now deeper than ever in the work of learning the soldier's trade.
A tremendous change had been worked in them. Though their faces were as youthful as ever, the boys seemed to have grown into the dignity of men—of trained men, at that.
They carried themselves like soldiers, thought of themselves as soldiers, and were soldiers. For they loved their work better than ever.
"We need only to get to our regiment now, to be wholly happy," Noll declared to his chum. "Oh, why can't more young fellows, droning their lives out in offices, or tending senseless machines in shops, understand the joy of this free, manly life?"
Of course, not all rookies at the post had conceived as large an idea of Army life.
Two, who had joined at about the same time as Overton and Terry, had not proved themselves wholly suited to a life of discipline. This pair had committed several breaches of therules, and had at last been haled before courts-martial and dismissed the service.
Only the young man who has in him the makings of a man and a soldier finds the life of the Army attractive. The incompetent, the shiftless and the vicious are no better off in the Army than they would be anywhere else. In fact they are out of their element.
Shrimp, the sullen, had gone, too, at last. The order had been published that sent him to undergo a year's imprisonment for having attempted to desert.
This corporal had had in him three quarters of the makings of a good soldier. He had been promoted once, and fell short of being a soldier only as he fell short of being a man.
Ahead of any that had joined at about the same time, Hal and Noll were "warned" for guard-duty. Sergeant Brimmer gave them the order, and seemed happy in doing it.
"You men are doing your work splendidly," he added briefly. "Read up the manual of guard-duty for all you're worth before guard-mount to-morrow morning."
"I think we know it by heart, already, Sergeant," Hal answered.
"I don't doubt that in the least. But it can't do you any harm to read up some more."
"Thank you, Sergeant; we'll do it."
Guard-mounting is a ceremony of importance in the Army. It is done to music, where music is available. Every man who turns out on the new guard—which means that he is to be on duty for the next twenty-four hours—is expected to present himself with his person, uniform and equipments absolutely clean and tidy. The two men who thus make the most soldierly appearance are detailed as orderlies at headquarters. These orderlies do not have to walk post as sentries, and have in all ways a much easier time than the other members of the guard. There is always keen rivalry for the position of orderly.
On this morning, after the formation of the guard, and inspection, the post adjutant stepped forward.
"Privates Denton and Burke will fall out and report as orderlies," he commanded.
Denton and Burke obeyed, striving hard to suppress their exultation.
"Orderly detail would have fallen to Privates Overton and Terry, who present the most soldierly appearance," continued the adjutant, in his official tone. "But this is the first tour of guard duty for Privates Overton and Terry, and it is considered essential that they first of all learn to walk post and become familiar with the duties of sentries."
At that the glee in the faces of Privates Denton and Burke faded somewhat. Hal and Noll tried to keep their own faces expressionless.
Hal Overton never forgot his feelings when he shouldered his rifle, with bayonet fixed, and patrolled his first sentry post for two hours.
He felt even more the sense of responsibility when he came to his first night tour of sentry duty.
In his way the sentry is a tremendously important personage. On his post he represents the whole sovereignty of the United States of America. The youngest sentry in the Army may halt and detain any officer, no matter of how exalted rank, until he is certain that the man halted is an officer entitled to pass. Of course, with a sentry of common sense the mere appearance of the uniform is enough under ordinary circumstances. But no personage in the United States may attempt to go by a sentry without the sentry's permission.
"How'd you enjoy it, Overton?" asked Sergeant Brimmer, who was sergeant of the guard, when Hal came in from his tour of night duty.
"I hope I didn't get myself into trouble," Hal answered.
"How so, lad?"
"I halted the commanding officer of the post."
"Was he in uniform?"
"No; in civilian dress. He had been to the city, I guess, and was coming up from the shore. It was dark, and I saw only the civilian clothes. So I challenged him."
"What did the K. O. say?"
"K. O." is the Army abbreviation for "commanding officer."
"He asked me what I was trying to do?" smiled Hal. "So I repeated my question, 'who's there,' Then he answered, 'the commanding officer.' I replied: 'Advance, commanding officer, to be recognized.' He seemed uncertain about it, but I made him step right up to me. When I saw who it was I told him to proceed."
"Did you hold your gun at port all the time?" inquired Sergeant Brimmer.
"Yes; until I recognized the commanding officer. Then I came to present arms, and he returned my salute, then walked by."
"Your skirts are clear enough, then," nodded the sergeant of the guard.
"But why did he ask me, so crossly, what I was trying to do?" asked Hal.
"Why," mused the sergeant, "my own idea of it is that K. O. was trying you out on purpose. And I'll wager the K. O. was glad to find a rook sentry so thoroughly alive to his job.Though I doubt if you'll get commended in orders for just being awake. But that reminds me of something that happened to me, in the Philippines," laughed Brimmer. "I was sergeant of the guard out there, and one night the colonel of another regiment tried to go by our guard. At that time the law was that no civilian could be on the streets after half-past eight. 'Twas called the curfew law there.
"Well, Colonel Blank came up in a carriage at about ten in the evening. He wasn't in uniform, mind you, lad. Well, the sentry on number one post, who didn't know the colonel, stopped his carriage, of course.
"'I'm Colonel Blank,' says the man in the carriage. 'Corporal of the guard,' calls the sentry. 'I'm Colonel Blank,' says the man in the carriage to the corporal of the guard. Now, the corporal didn't know the colonel either. So the corporal bawls, 'Sergeant of the guard.' That was I, that night, and I didn't know the colonel, either. So I asked: 'Beg your pardon, sir, but do you know any of the officers of this command?'
"'Name the officers,' says the man in the carriage. So I named them.
"'I don't know one of your officers,' says the man in the carriage.
"'Then I'm sorry, sir,' says I, 'but I'll haveto ask you, sir, to step into our guard-house until some officer of your regiment comes over in uniform and identifies you.'
"At that the man in the carriage puts on an awful scowl, draws himself up very stiff, and answers, 'I'll do nothing of the sort, Sergeant.'
"'I beg your pardon, sir,' says I, 'but if you are Colonel Blank, then you know very well, sir, that you'll have to step inside the guard-house and wait.'"
Sergeant Brimmer chuckled heartily over the recollection.
"And did Colonel Blank obey you, and go inside and wait?" asked Hal.
"Did he?" asked Brimmer, looking surprised. "Of course he did. What's a guard for in the Army, if it can't enforce its orders? And it was past midnight when we finally got an officer, by telephone, to come over and go bail for his colonel's identity. Then, of course, we turned the colonel loose."
"Did he complain against you?" queried Private Hal.
"Who? Colonel Blank? He's too good a soldier," laughed Sergeant Brimmer. "And he's General Blank, now. Before he left, the colonel complimented me on my fitness for guard duty."
"A sentry, or a corporal or sergeant of theguard is a pretty big soldier, isn't he?" smiled Hal.
"In some ways," nodded the sergeant, "he's a bigger man than the President. The President is only the head of the nation, while the sentry on post is the whole nation itself!"
Noll had the last two hours before daylight on post that night, but nothing happened to him except the arrival of the corporal with the relief just as dawn was breaking.
The days and the weeks sped by rapidly now. There were always new duties to be learned, but our young rookies had now picked up the habit of learning so easily and quickly that everything seemed a matter of course.
"How do you like Army life now, Noll?" Hal asked one day.
"I wouldn't swap this life for any other," exclaimed Private Noll Terry, his eyes shining. "Hal, have you never suspected that they're making men out of us here? We're learning to obey without asking why, and we're being trained in a way that will fit us to lead other men one of these days. And look how strong all the gymnastics with a rifle is making us. We sleep as we never slept before, and it takes a heap to make us tired."
"We're eating everything in sight, if that's a sign of good physical condition," laughed Hal.
"But I wish I could hear the orders sending us to our regiment," sighed Noll.
"Don't be downspirited," urged Hal, smiling cheerfully. "Our stay here at the rendezvous can't last much longer, anyway."
"How long have we been here, anyway?" Noll wondered.
"Why, we came here early in April and it's now past the middle of June," Hal went on. "Let me think. Why, it's just ten weeks to a day since we took the oath to serve the Flag."
"And a rook generally puts in three months here——" Noll began, when a soldier, close to the door of the squad room, called out:
"Attention!"
Instantly every man in the room rose and wheeled about, standing at the position of the soldier. An officer, followed by the first sergeant of A Company, was entering the room.
As the officer came to a halt the first sergeant called:
"Overton and Terry, step forward."
Hal and Noll approached the officer and the sergeant, then again stood at attention. The officer was the post adjutant, and now he spoke:
"Overton and Terry, your company commander is satisfied that you are now sufficiently instructed to go to your regiment. We have a draft for two men for the first battalion of theThirty-fourth Infantry, stationed at Fort Clowdry, in the Colorado mountains. If you have any objections to that regiment, or station, I will listen to them."
"Colorado will very exactly suit me, sir, thank you," Hal replied, his pleasure showing in his face.
"And me also, sir," added Noll.
"Very good, then. You will both report to Sergeant Brimmer, on his return, that you are released from further duty here. You will report at my office at half-past two this afternoon for your instructions. That is all. Sergeant, follow me to the next squad room."
The instant that the door closed Hal and Noll began to execute a swift little dance of joy, while the other rookies looked on in grinning congratulation.
"What sort of regiment is the Thirty-fourth, Sergeant?" asked Hal, after he and Noll had reported to Sergeant Brimmer.
"Just like any other infantry regiment," replied Sergeant Brimmer. "They're all alike. The only difference is in the station, and the station of each infantry command is usually changed every two or three years. For that matter, though you join in the Rockies, your regiment, two months later, may be ordered to the Philippines."
That afternoon Hal and Noll reported at the post adjutant's office. Here they were provided with their railway tickets through to their new station, and were handed each a sum of money in place of rations. In addition they were granted four days' furlough before starting, this furlough to be spent at their homes. Then, each carrying his canvas case containing his surplus outfit, the young recruits started down to the dock to take the three-thirty boat to New York City.
What a glorious furlough it was, while it lasted! All their old schoolmates in the home town, and all the smaller youngsters, listened to the tales Hal and Noll told of the Army. Two or three dozen youngsters then and there formed their resolutions to enlist in the Army as soon as they were old enough.
Tip Branders had left town. Where Tip had gone was not known—but Uncle Sam's two young recruits were destined to find out later on.