“Drop everything at once and come back to the office. Cameron wants to see you.”
Rand threw the reins over his horse’s head, and followed the orderly back to barracks. Again he stood in front of his chief.
“You wish to see me?”
“Rand, I’ve changed my mind. I’ve decided not to send you after all.”
Rand gulped.
“Don’t change your mind on my account. I’m willing to go.”
“Tut! Tut! I’m in command here. You’ll do as I say. I want you to take charge during my absence. I’ve already written a few instructions for you.”
“Will you be away long, sir?” Rand asked tremblingly, a vague suspicion in his mind.
“Several weeks, I expect. I’m going to Keechewan in your place.”
“In my place!” A sudden blinding weakness overcame the corporal. “In—in my place!” he stammered.