"Post num-ber two, and all's we-ell!"
"Jupiter!" gasped sleepy Prescott, becoming instantly wide awake.
"Post number three doesn't answer. They've gone and got old
Dodge."
There was a rapid sound of feet in the company street as Corporal
Hasbrouck and the guard rushed along at double quick.
"Hey, you—wake up!" commanded Dick, vigorously prodding the plebe sleepers on either side of him.
"All present, sir!" sleepily mumbled Anstey.
"What's up?" demanded Greg, sitting up.
"The very deuce!" retorted Dick. "There! Listen to that!"
"Bang!" sounded a rifle report. Then Corporal Hasbrouck's bellowing voice could be heard:
"Officer of the day, post number three!" Some one could be heard running down the street. A few moments passed, during which Dick, Greg and Anstey sat up on their mattresses listening eagerly.
Then came the officer of the day running back.