"The Adjudant? Oh yes, the Adjudant. Why isn't he here?"
"He is dressing, sir, and coming at once," I answered.
"Dressing?" he said. "What business has he to be undressed? I'm not undressed."
Thereupon the Adjudant, who had donned his uniform in a remarkably short time, came down the stairs.
He saluted, and said: "You have sent for me, sir?"
"Sent for you," slowly replied the Captain. "Oh yes—I sent for you; why the devil didn't you come at once?"
"I was in bed, sir, and had to dress."
"Well," replied the Captain, "you had better go and undress and get back to bed; I don't want you. I've got a Dragoon, and I have got a lantern, and do you imagine that I want any one to show me what is wrong? Don't stare at me like that," he added. "Go to bed, I tell you."
The Adjudant saluted, and quietly returned to his room, evidently well accustomed to such scenes.
"Come on, my Dragoon," said the Captain, taking hold of my arm, and dragging me towards the kitchen. When we got to the door I told him where we were.