The red-haired boy did so.
“Do not lose your temper. You are going to be called down. Be respectful and use your head,” warned Dan in a whisper, as Sam stepped back from the line.
“Report to the executive officer in the chief yeoman’s office on the balcony above,” commanded the quartermaster.
“Aye, aye, sir,” replied Sam, with a salute.
He made his way up the stairs, and at the door of the office gave the orderly his name. After a moment the orderly reappeared, motioning Sam to follow him.
The lad walked into the private office of the executive officer, where he stood twisting his hat in his hands awkwardly. The executive officer eyed him disapprovingly.
“What’s your name?”
“Samuel Hickey, sir.”
“How long have you been here?”
“One day, sir.”