"Yeah? Go on."
"I said to put it in writing, please, sir, polite as a preacher."
"It stopped him?"
"Like fun it did! He said, Very well, Mr. Jarman,' cool as could be, took out his notebook, wrote it out, stamped his thumb print on it, tore out the page and handed it to me."
"So you used your fork. Or didn't you?"
"I sure did. But that's only the beginning. Immediately he wrote out another order and handed it to me. He told me to read it aloud. Which I did."
"What did it say?"
"Wait a minute ... I've got it here somewhere." Tex poked around in his pouch. "Here-read it."
Matt read, " 'Cadet Jarman-immediately after this meal you will report to the officer-of-the-watch, taking with you the first written order I gave you. Explain to him the events leading up to the first order and get an opinion from him as to the legality of orders of this type-S. Dynkowski, psd. cdt.'"
Matt whistled. "Oh, oh. ... What did you do?"