“Lights.”
“Told you you’d get caught in the dark,” Bob chuckled from between the sheets.
As soon as drill was over the next afternoon the two boys hurried to their room where they changed from service to dress uniform.
“We’ll go down by the gate and wait for him,” Bob suggested.
They did not have long to wait for they had hardly reached the broad gateway to the Castle grounds when a middle aged man with a pleasant face turned in from the sidewalk.
“Pardon me,” he said as he saw them, “but can you tell me where I can find the Golden boys?”
“You won’t have to look very far,” Bob smiled.
“Then you are Bob and Jack?”
“Yes, sir, and you are Mr. Stokes.”
“The same,” the man smiled holding out his hand which they grasped in turn.