"Zaidos?" said the officer. "That's the name of one of our recruits."
"Yes, he is my cousin," said Velo. "But not the one we want. This fellow in here is a lazy no-account, and the army is the best place for him, although I am sorry to say so."
"Yes, the army nowadays is a good place for lazy-bones," agreed the officer. A queer look came over his face. "We are picking up all the single men we can." He leaned on the desk and spoke as one man to another. "You see we found that the army had to be doubled in short order and the only way to do it was to insist on compulsory enlistment. That's the reason," he continued calmly, "that you are now a private in the army of Greece."
"Me? Oh, no!" said Velo hastily. "It is impossible. I—I—have other things to consider. You will have to excuse me, Captain."
"I am Lieutenant," said the officer, "but you will learn the difference in rank shortly."
"But I can't do it!" said Velo violently, a red flush mounting to his forehead. "I simply can't do it! Why, my uncle died last night, and unless we find his son I am the only heir. I have got to stay here. I am the heir doubtless."
"That's fine!" said the officer, smiling. "In case you are shot, which is likely, all your property will revert to the crown. Greece is going to need all she can raise. I hope your uncle is rich."
Velo could not keep from boasting.
"One of the richest men in the country!" he bragged.
"Fine, fine!" said the officer. Then his manner changed. "Now, my boy, your name and address. This is straight. We need you."