Then after supper Randolph took his stand at the foot of A Company Street, where the plebs were busily going back and forth between the hydrant and the tents.
"Mr. Johnson!" he said, hailing a D Company pleb, but keeping his voice well down.
"Yes, sir."
The pleb slackened his pace a little, but did not look round, and Randolph stood glancing carelessly about, as if thinking of nothing in particular.
"When you have carried in that pail come at once to the darkened tent at the head of the street."
"Yes, sir."
"What is your name, sir?" to another.
"Mr. Ummerstot, sir."
"Mr. Upstart! I would like to know, Mr. Upstart, if you have no superior whose pail needs tilling as well as your own? Go home at once, and then report at my tent. The one with no light in it."
"Yes, sir."