There was no answer.
The lieutenant stepped out of the car and strode precisely and firmly toward the bunk house.
He spoke loudly. “Where is the sentry of this camp?”
Most of the men were too sleepy even to curse at the intruder. One or two voices impolitely commanded him to “shut up,” and one voice mumbled: “Where do you think you are at, anyway?”
Enraged at this disrespect, the lieutenant decided not to leave until he had aroused some one.
Sergeant Harriman, who for once had been forced to sleep with the common soldiers, awakened, and, seeing the lieutenant with the insignia upon his collar worn by officers attached to the General Staff, dived from his bunk like a jack-rabbit, saluting before his feet touched the ground.
The lieutenant roared: “Where is your company commander?”
“I’ll get him, sir!” And Sergeant Harriman scurried off.
He returned three feet in rear and three inches to the left of Captain Powers.