"Salute," ordered Cadet Lieutenant Drake, severely.
"Certainly, mister," replied the young man, eagerly taking off his cap and bowing.
"Put on that cap. Don't you know the rifle salute? Have you had any drill? What's your name?"
"Reginald Mumma. These chaps call me Mama's Darling, mister; I wish you'd have it stopped."
"When did you enter the Academy?"
"A month ago, but I've been sick in the hospital; just got out yesterday."
"Third petty officer, fall out of line of file closers. Drill Mr. Mumma as a recruit every day this week, and whenever the company has infantry, till he can take his place in ranks. Squads right, full step, march."