"Lieutenant Ferrers is approaching, Sergeant," replied the sentry, nodding his head down the road.
An auto car bowled leisurely up the road toward the main entrance to the post. In it, at the wheel, sat Lieutenant Algy Ferrers, who was supposed to be officer of the day. He was driving the one car that he had been allowed to store on post.
Algy looked decidedly tired and bored as he drove along.
"Halt the lieutenant, sentry."
"Very good, Sergeant."
Just as the lieutenant turned his car in at the gate, the sentry, instead of coming to present arms, threw his gun over to port arms, calling:
"Halt, sir. Sergeant of the guard, post number one."
Algy, with a look of astonishment on his face, slowed the car down and stopped. Sergeant Hal approached, giving him the rifle salute.
"Well, what's in the wind, Sergeant?" demanded Algy, reaching in a pocket for his cigarette case.
"I beg your pardon for stopping you, sir, but the adjutant directed me to ask you to report to him immediately upon your return, sir."