"What happened?"
Berengar's lips began to tremble.
"It was that beastly sentry ..." he began.
"What about the sentry?"
"He ... he didn't present arms to me!"
"Didn't the sentry present arms to you? Why not?"
"I don't know!" cried Berengar, indignantly.
"But surely he always does?"
"Yes, but this time he did not. He did the first time when we passed, but not the second time.... We were playing touch and, when we ran past him the second time, he didn't present arms!"
Othomar began to scream with laughter.