“What is it, my lad?” he demanded in a sharp, incisive tone.
“We are new recruits, sir. Will you kindly direct us where to go?”
“When did you get in?”
“This morning.”
“From what station?”
“We enlisted at the recruiting office in South Street, New York, sir.”
The officer surveyed them inquiringly for a moment. His examination evidently was satisfying, for he nodded approvingly.
“You will go to the detention barracks first.”
“Will you kindly tell me where that is, sir?”
“Follow this walk. The detention barracks is the third building on your left.”