"Very good, sir. May I include Sergeant Terry?"
"If he can arrange for relief at the telegraph station."
In his spare time during the rest of the day Sergeant Hal Overton was extremely happy. He was busy interviewing soldiers, and in finding out who were the most experienced hunters, for there was big game to be had up in the mountains.
Noll was invited first of all. Terry succeeded in arranging for relief from telegraph duties, so that he could go.
Corporal Hyman proved to be one of the skilled hunters, and he at once agreed, besides suggesting others who should be invited.
"It"s a great picnic, Kid Sergeant; you don"t know what bully fun it is until you get there," Hyman a.s.sured Hal.
Lieutenant Ferrers dropped in at the officers" club well ahead of the dinner hour that evening.
"Yes, fellows," he drawled, "I"m going back to life and civilization. No more of this boarding school and chain-gang life for me."
The other officers present laughed good-humoredly.
"Yet, just as sure as you"re alive, Ferrers, the day will come, and before long, when you"ll wish yourself back once more among the regulars" uniforms."
"Maybe," sniffed Algy doubtfully.
An orderly appeared in the doorway, yellow envelope in hand.
"Telegram for Lieutenant Ferrers," he announced.
"Right here, my man. Thank you."
Algy tore open the envelope, after apologizing, and glanced at the bottom of the message.
"It"s from the guv"nor," he announced. "I expect he"s getting ready to kill the fatted calf against my arrival home."
Then Algy fell to reading the message. As he started his brows puckered.
Once he gasped. Then, at the end, he burst forth:
"My, but the guv"nor seems almost annoyed," cried Algy, his face reddening.
"Anything serious?" inquired Holmes politely.
"Read it aloud to the rest, old chap," begged Algy, pa.s.sing the telegram to Lieutenant Holmes. This was the message that the latter thereupon read aloud:
"You blithering young idiot! I worked like blazes to get you into the Army, in order to give you one last chance to grab at a little manhood. I"ve set the government machinery going at Washington, and your resignation won"t be accepted. Within a day or two you"ll receive orders to report at the Infantry School at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. There you"ll have to work sixteen hours out of every twenty-four, but it will make a man of you if anything can, and you"ll learn all about becoming a real infantry officer. Don"t send me any more news about resigning. If you quit the Army, or are kicked out of it, I"ll separate you forever from every cent of my money.
"(Signed) Donald Ferrers."
There was silence in the club parlor, until it was broken by Algy, who wailed plaintively:
"That"s the guv"nor. That"s the guv"nor every time. Says he"d separate me from every cent of his money. And he"d do it, too! Fellows, I"m afraid I"ve simply got to like the Army."
"That"s your trump card, now, Algy," observed Jerrold, of A company.
"Some cla.s.s about your father, Ferrers, isn"t there?" asked Lieutenant Prescott.
"Oh, he"s a fine old fellow," replied Algy loyally. "But he has a confoundedly abrupt way about him sometimes. You see, he didn"t--er--start life exactly as a gentleman. He had to work hard most of his life to get what money he has, and I suppose--well, I guess his hard work has made him pig-headed to some extent."
Now that he knew that he would have to stay in the Army, young Ferrers found himself hating it worse than ever.
Nor did the information that his comrades offered him console him any.
He was a.s.sured that there would be no doubt about his learning all of his military duties at Fort Leavenworth--if he lived to get through the ordeal.
In the Army there is an officers" school for every branch of the service. Officers attend as "student officers"; the course is severe, but the officer seldom fails to learn whatever he goes to such a school to learn.
Two days later there were two officers leaving the post.
Algy went down to the station to take up his journey to the new station in Kansas. Despite his seeming inability to learn to be a soldier, Ferrers had made himself well enough liked personally, so many of the officers accompanied him as far as the Clowdry station.
Lieutenant Prescott was going with the hunting party. He had succeeded in procuring leave for hunting, and in getting himself invited to go along with Sergeant Hal Overton"s party.
CHAPTER XVI
HAL"S GUN MAKES THE REST CURIOUS
"OH, my, but that smells good!"
The words came in a sort of ecstasy from the lips of Sergeant Noll Terry, as, gun in hand, he tramped into camp with Corporal Hyman and three others.
"Bear meat," said Slosson briefly. "Sergeant Overton and Lieutenant Prescott brought it in just before noon with their compliments."
"Where are they now?"
"Somewhere out in the world," replied Private Kelly, nodding at the mountain tops beyond. "They went out to see how much more they could get."
Slosson had mentioned the sergeant before the lieutenant, but that was not an unpardonable breach of etiquette, out here in the wilds.
More especially was it proper because Sergeant Hal, and not the handsome, fine, young West Pointer, commanded this camp and detachment.
"Where are your mates, Sarge?" inquired Slosson.
"Oh, I left my crowd," smiled Noll. "They won"t be in for an hour yet, in all probability."
"Get anything, any of you?" queried Kelly.
"Not a thing, up to the time I quit," sighed Noll.