HAL OVERTON was so astonished that he offered no resistance to the bully from home.
Instead, Hal and Noll paused by the door, while Tip, with a confident leer on his face, strode into the inner office.
Lieutenant Shackleton, a man of twenty-eight, in blue fatigue uniform, with the single bar of the first lieutenant on his shoulder-straps, looked up quickly and in some amazement.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I've come to see you about enlisting in the Army," continued Tip, who, with his hat still on, was marching up to the desk.
"Take off your hat."
"Eh? Huh?"
"Take off your hat!" came the repeated order, with a good deal more of emphasis.
"Hey? Oh, cert. Anything to oblige," assented Tip, with a sheepish grin, as he removed his hat.
"Is your name Overton?" asked the recruiting officer, glancing at the papers before him.