Chapter Ten.
Peter turns Mahout.
It was the morning appointed for the review, the preparations having been all made on the previous day; and the reveille rang out, making Archie Maine turn over upon his charpoy bed with an angry grunt, for instead of unbuttoning his eyelids he squeezed them up extra tight.
“Mr Archie, sir, don’t you hear the call?”
“Hear it? Yes. What does it mean?”
“Look sharp, sir. I’m putting your things straight. Tumble up and tumble in.”
“Be quiet, you noisy rascal! What does it all mean? I say, we are in the middle of the night!”
“Not it, sir. Do look sharp, sir.”
“But what for?”