“Something has been thrown—some one has been throwing food. I see remnants of it on the floor there,” the officer added, pointing accusingly.
Sam turned, looking at the spot indicated as if in surprise.
“Attention! Keep your eyes to the front. If I am not——”
“It was pie,” piped a voice at the lower end of the table.
“Pie?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Some one threw it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“At whom?”
The lad, a very young recruit, pointed to Sam and Dan. There were traces of pie on Dan’s cheeks still.