Uncle Sam's Boys as Sergeants: or, Handling Their First Real Commands. Hancock Harrie Irving

will be expected to report to Colonel North, or else to the regimental adjutant, who represents the colonel."

      "I – see," nodded the new lieutenant slowly. "Will you do me the extreme favor to tell François where to leave us?"

      Hal leaned forward, indicating the headquarters building.

      In another moment the big car stopped before headquarters.

      "Come right on in, fellows, and introduce me, won't you?" urged Lieutenant Ferrers.

      "I – I am afraid we'd better not," replied Hal, flushing.

      "Oh, I see – you've a luncheon appointment, or something of the sort, eh? Well, never mind; glad to have met you. Expect to have many a good time with you later on. Good fellows, both of you, I'll wager."

      "Come away from here, Noll," begged Hal, as soon as Mr. Ferrers had run up the steps and into the building. "I'm suffocating."

      "I'm green," grinned Noll chokingly, "but I'd hate to have as much ahead of me to learn as that new officer has."

      "Oh, perhaps he was joshing us," suggested Hal.

      "Do you know what I think?"

      "What?"

      "I think," responded Noll, struggling hard to keep his gravity, "that Mr. Ferrers is kidding himself worse than any one else."

      In the meantime Ferrers had bounded past an orderly and had broken into the office of the regimental adjutant.

      "Hello, old chap!" was his joyous greeting of dignified Captain Hale.

      "Sir?" demanded the regimental adjutant. "Who the blazes are you, sir?"

      "Name's Ferrers, old chap," responded the newcomer, lightly, dropping a card down on the adjutant's desk.

      Captain Hale glanced at the card. Then a light seemed to dawn on him.

      "Oh! I think it likely you are the Lieutenant Ferrers who has been ordered to the Thirty-fourth," went on Captain Hale.

      "You're a wonderful guesser, old chap. Now, where do I go to see about my rooms, housing my servants, storing my cars, etc.?"

      Captain Hale tried to hide his grim smile as he held out his hand.

      "Welcome to the Thirty-fourth, Mr. Ferrers. And now I think I had better take you to Colonel North. He has been expecting you."

      Lieutenant Algernon Ferrers followed the broad-backed adjutant into an inner office, where the very young man was presented to the grizzled-gray Colonel North. Then, as quickly as he could, Captain Hale escaped back to his desk in the outer office.

      Colonel North looked at Mr. Ferrers with a glance that did not convey absolute approval.

      "Have you been in a train wreck, Mr. Ferrers?" inquired the colonel.

      "Oh, dear me, no. Do I look as bad as that?" inquired the new lieutenant, with a downward glance at his faultless attire.

      "But you were due to arrive here at four o'clock yesterday afternoon, Mr. Ferrers," continued the colonel. "I was here at my desk, waiting to receive you."

      "I hope I didn't inconvenience you any," murmured Ferrers. "You see, Colonel, when I got in at Pueblo I ran across some old friends at the station. They insisted on my staying over with them for half a day. I couldn't very well get out of it, you see."

      "Couldn't very well get out of it?" repeated Colonel North distinctly and coldly. "Wouldn't it have been enough, Mr. Ferrers, to have told your friends that you were under orders to be here at four o'clock yesterday?"

      "Oh, I say, now," murmured Mr. Ferrers, "I hope you're not going to raise any beastly row about it."

      "That is not language to use to your superior officer, Mr. Ferrers!"

      "Then you have my instant apology, Colonel," protested the young man. "But, you see, these were very important people that I met – the Porter-Stanleys, of New York. Very likely you have met them."

      Colonel North now found it hard to repress a tendency to laugh. But he choked it back.

      "I am afraid, Mr. Ferrers, you do not realize the seriousness of failing to obey a military order punctually. More than that, I fear it would take more time than I have between now and luncheon to make it plain to you. But I assure you that you have a great deal, a very great deal, to learn about the strict requirements of Army life and conduct."

      "And you'll find me very keen to learn, sir, very keen, I assure you. But, since you're good enough to postpone telling me more about such little matters, may I ask you, Colonel, who will show me to my rooms? I shall need quite a few, for, outside of two chauffeurs – I have five auto cars you know – I have also four household servants and a valet."

      "You have – what!" gasped Colonel North.

      Mr. Ferrers patiently repeated the details concerning the number of his automobiles and servants.

      "And where are they?" demanded the regimental commander.

      "I left them over in Clowdry until I send for them, sir."

      "Mr. Ferrers, have you any idea how many rooms an unmarried second lieutenant has?"

      "A dozen or fifteen, I hope," suggested Mr. Ferrers hopefully. "A gentleman, of course, can't live in fewer rooms."

      "Mr. Ferrers, an unmarried second lieutenant lives in bachelor officers' quarters. He has a parlor, bed-room and bath."

      "Oh, I say now," protested poor Mr. Ferrers earnestly, "you can't expect me to get along in any such dog-kennel of a place."

      "You'll have to, Mr. Ferrers."

      "But my servants – my chauffeurs?"

      "No room for them on this post."

      "But I can't keep five cars running without at least two chauffeurs. And by the way, Colonel, what kind of a garage do you have here?"

      "None whatever, Mr. Ferrers. You can keep one small car down at the quartermaster's stables, but that is the best you can do."

      Lieutenant Algernon Ferrers, who instantly realized that this fine-looking old colonel was not making game of him, sat back staring, a picture of hopeless dejection.

      "I had no idea the Army was anything like as beastly as this," he murmured disconsolately.

      "If you're going to remain in the service, Mr. Ferrers," returned the colonel, "I'm afraid you will have to recast many of your ideas. In the first place, you won't need servants. You'll get your meals at the officers' mess, and all the servants needed there are provided."

      "But I must have some one to take care of even my two poor little rooms," fidgeted Mr. Ferrers. "I can't undertake to do that myself. Besides, Colonel, I don't know how to do housework."

      "Some of the work in your rooms you should and must do yourself," explained Colonel North. "Such, for example, as tidying up your quarters. The rougher work you can have done by a striker."

      "Striker!" echoed Mr. Ferrers, a gleam of intelligence coming into his eyes. "No, thank you, Colonel. Strikers never work. I've heard my guv'nor talk about strikes in his business."

      "'Striker,'" explained Colonel North, "is Army slang. Your 'striker' is a private soldier, whom you hire at so many a dollars a month to do the rougher work in your quarters. You make whatever bargain you choose with the soldier. At this post the bachelor officers usually pay a striker eight dollars a month."

      "At that price I can afford a lot of 'em," responded Mr. Ferrers, brightening considerably.

      "An unmarried officer is not allowed to have more than one striker in this regiment," said the colonel, whereat Ferrer's face showed his dismay. "Nor is any soldier obliged to become your striker. You cannot engage him unless the soldier is wholly willing. However, a good many men like the extra pay. You will be assigned to A company. Direct the first sergeant of that company to send you a man who is willing to serve as a striker. And now, Mr. Ferrers, as you appear to be wholly ignorant of Army life I think I will give you a mentor."

      Turning to the telephone Colonel North called:

      "Connect