"We are the left," says Willis.
The sergeant had studied war a little; he had some infallible views.
The sergeant-major, with his diamond stripes, and his short sword saluting, spoke to a captain, who at once reported to the colonel at the head of the regiment. The captain returned to his post:--
"Comp-a-ny--B ... ATTENTION!" ...
"Shudda ... HOP!" ...
"LOAD!" ...
"Shudda ... HOP!" ...
"R-i-i-i-i-ght ... FACE!" ...
"Fah--w-u-u-u-d ... MOTCH!" ...
"Fi--lef ... MOTCH!"