"Orderly," spoke the surgeon, "you have overlooked one part of
your instructions. You did not take these candidates to the
treasurer's office."
"No, sir."
"Do so now. Then conduct the candidates back here."
"Very good, sir."
Signing to the candidates to rise and follow him outside, the
orderly himself led the way.
"Say, that was neatly done. No calling the man down; no bluster,"
whispered Greg as the candidates again walked along the
sidewalk.
"It's the Army way, I take it," murmured Dick.
This time the orderly marched his awkward squad straight to the
cadet store and into the treasurer's office.
"O-o-o-h!" groaned Greg in an undertone.
"What's the matter?" demanded Dick in a cautious whisper.
"This delay and killing suspense before we get before the doctors.
I'll bet my fever has gone up above one hundred and three
degrees!"
"Form in line, and each one of you turn in all his money," directed
the treasurer crisply.
Each candidate was required to deposit with the treasurer the sum
of one hundred dollars. In the event that the candidate "passed"
successfully to enrollment in the cadet corps, then this money was
to be applied to the purchase of things necessary for the new cadet
to have.
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