"Why are you on punishment to-night, sir?" was the question.
Pops colored, but answered promptly, "Laughing in ranks, broom out of place, and some other things, sir."
"Yes, I remember. Go to your quarters now, and keep your face straight on duty hereafter."
Involuntarily Geordie raised his hand in salute, as for years he had seen the soldiers do after receiving orders from an officer, then turned to go.
"One moment, Mr. Graham. Whose squad are you in?"
"Mr. Flint's, sir."
"Did he teach you that salute?"
"No, sir," stammered Geordie.
"Where did you learn it?"
"Among the soldiers, sir, in the garrison."