“Form in line!” Sid was whispering to several old veterans. “Where’s Juggie?”
“Here, cap’n.”
“Keep your bugle handy and sound it when Wort says, ‘Charge!’”
Juggie proudly brandished a fish-horn which he had borrowed of Simes Badger.
“Shoulder arms!” screamed Wort.
“Ground arms!”
“Ow, my teeth!” squeaked Pip, whose foot had been vigorously rammed by Billy Grimes.
“Order arms! Present arms! March! Charge!”
These directions followed one another so rapidly that only the oldest veterans, and they wildly, could attempt obedience.
“Blow your bugle!” shouted Sid to Juggie.