THE ORDEAL OF EXAMINATION
HAL OVERTON was so astonished that he offered no resistance to the bully
from home.
Instead, Hal and Noll paused by the door, while Tip, with a confident
leer on his face, strode into the inner office.
Lieutenant Shackleton, a man of twenty-eight, in blue fatigue uniform,
with the single bar of the first lieutenant on his shoulder-straps,
looked up quickly and in some amazement.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I've come to see you about enlisting in the Army," continued Tip, who,
with his hat still on, was marching up to the desk.
"Take off your hat."
"Eh? Huh?"
"Take off your hat!" came the repeated order, with a good deal more of
emphasis.
"Hey? Oh, cert. Anything to oblige," assented Tip, with a sheepish grin,
as he removed his hat.
"Is your name Overton?" asked the recruiting officer, glancing at the
papers before him.
"Naw, nothing like it," returned Tip easily.
"Or, Terry?"
"Them two boobs is outside," returned Tip, with evident scorn. "I told
'em to stand aside until I went in and had my rag-chew out with you."
Lieutenant Shackleton flashed an angry look at Branders, though a keen
reader of faces would have known that this experienced recruiting
officer was trying hard to conceal a smile. The lieutenant had dealt
with many of these "tough" applicants.
"Orderly!" rasped out the lieutenant.
Private Aldridge appeared in the doorway, standing at attention.
"Orderly, I understand that this man wishes to enlist----"
"That's dead right," nodded Tip encouragingly.
"But his application has not been received by me," continued the
lieutenant, ignoring the interruption. "Take him outside and let
Sergeant Wayburn look him over first. Also ask the sergeant to inform
this man as to the proper way to approach and address an officer."
"Very good, sir," replied Private Aldridge. He tried to catch Tip's eye,
but Branders was not looking at him, so the soldier crossed over to
Branders, resting a hand on his arm.
"Come with me," requested the soldier.
"Hey?" asked Tip.
"My man, go with that orderly," cried Lieutenant Shackleton, in an
annoyed tone.
"Me? Oh, all right," nodded Tip, and went out with the soldier.
"Overton! Terry!" called the recruiting officer.
"Here, sir," answered Hal, as both boys entered the room.
"One of you close the door then come here," directed Lieutenant
Shackleton.
Noll closed the door, after which both boys advanced to the roll-top
desk behind which the lieutenant sat.
"You are Henry Overton and Oliver Terry?" asked the officer.
"Yes, sir," Hal answered.
"And these are your applications?"
"Yes, sir."
"You have filled them out truthfully, in every detail?"
"Yes, sir."
"You, Overton, are already eighteen?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you, Terry, will be eighteen years old to-morrow?"
"Yes, sir----" from Noll.
The lieutenant looked them both over keenly, as if to make up his own
mind about their ages.
"May I speak, sir?" queried Hal.
"Yes."
"To satisfy any doubt about our ages, sir, we have brought with us
copies of our birth certificates, both certified to by the city clerk at
home."
"You're intelligent lads," exclaimed the officer, with a gratified
smile. "You go at things in the right way. Be good enough to turn over
the certificates to me."
Hal took some papers from his pocket, passing two of them over to the
recruiting officer, who examined the certificates swiftly.
"All regular," he declared. "Terry, of course, if he passes, cannot be
sworn in until to-morrow. You have other papers there?"
"Yes, sir," Hal admitted. "The consent for our joining, signed by both
our fathers and mothers, since we are under twenty-one."
"But I cannot know, until I have ascertained, that these are the genuine
signatures of your parents. That investigation will take a little time."
"Pardon me, sir," Hal answered, laying the two remaining papers before
the officer, "but you will find both papers witnessed under the seal of
a notary public, who states that our parents are personally known to
him."
"Well, well, you are bright lads--good enough to make soldiers of,"
laughed Lieutenant Shackleton almost gleefully, as he scanned the added
papers.
"May I speak, sir?"
"Yes."
"We can't claim credit for bringing these papers. We are well acquainted
with a retired sergeant of the Army, who suggested that these papers, in
their present form, would save us a lot of bother."
"Then you don't deserve any of the credit?"
"No, sir."
"You deserve a higher credit, then, for you are both honest lads."
Again the lieutenant turned to look them over keenly, sizing them up, as
it were. Both were plainly more than five-feet-four, and so would not be
rejected on account of height. They seemed like good, solid youngsters,
too.
"Smoke cigarettes?" suddenly shot out the lieutenant.
"No, sir!"
"Smoke anything else, or chew tobacco? Or drink alcoholic beverages?"
"We have never done any of these things, sir," Hal replied.
"I see that you express a preference for the infantry," continued the
recruiting officer.
"Yes, sir," Hal replied.
"I am almost sorry for that," continued the officer. "I would like to
see two lads of your evident caliber going into my own arm of the
service--the cavalry."
"We have chosen the infantry, sir," Hal explained, "because we will have
more leisure time there than in the cavalry or artillery."
"Looking for easy berths?" asked Lieutenant Shackleton, with a suddenly
suspicious ring to his voice.
"No, sir," Hal rejoined. "May I explain, sir?"
"Yes; go ahead."
"We both of us have hopes, sir, if we can get into the Army, that we may
be able to rise to be commissioned officers. We have learned that there
is less to do in the infantry, ordinarily, and that we would therefore
have more time in the infantry for study to fit ourselves to take
examinations for officer's commissions."
"Then, to save you from possible future disappointment, I had better be
very frank with you about the chances of winning commissions from the
ranks," said the lieutenant. "In the Army we have some excellent
officers who have risen from the ranks. Each year a few enlisted men are
promoted to be commissioned officers. The examination, however, is a
very stiff one. Out of the applicants each year more enlisted men are
rejected than are promoted. The difficulty of the examination causes
most enlisted men to fail."
"Thank you, sir. We have thought of all that, and have looked over the
nature of the examinations given enlisted men who seek to be officers,"
Hal replied. "We know the examinations are very hard, but we have twelve
years if need be in which to prepare ourselves for the examination.
Enlisted men, so I am told, may apply for commissions up to the age of
thirty."
"Yes; that is right," nodded the lieutenant. "But how much schooling
have you behind you?"
"We have each had two years in High School, sir."
"On that basis you will both have hard times to prepare yourselves for
officers' examinations. However, with great application, you may make
it--if you achieve also sufficiently good records as enlisted men."
This explanation being sufficient, Lieutenant Shackleton paused, then
went on:
"As you are unusually in earnest about enlisting I fancy that you want
to hear the surgeon's verdict as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir, if you please," replied Hal.
"Orderly!"
One of the two soldiers entered. Lieutenant Shackleton made some
entries on the application papers, then handed them to the soldier.
"Orderly, take these young men to the surgeon at once."
"Yes, sir. Come this way, please."
Hal and Noll were again conducted into the outer office. The sergeant
had returned by this time and was at his desk. Over at the high desk
stood Tip Branders, making out his application.
"Oh, we're it, aren't we?" demanded Tip, looking around with a scowl at
the chums. "You freshies!"
"Be silent," ordered the sergeant looking up briskly.
"Well, those two kids----" began Tip. But the sergeant, though a
middle-aged man, showed himself agile enough to reach Tip Branders' side
in three swift, long bounds.
"Young man, either conduct yourself properly, or get out of here,"
ordered the sergeant point-blank.
Muttering something under his breath, Tip turned back to his writing, at
which he was making poor headway, while the orderly led Hal and Noll
down the corridor, halting and knocking at another door.
"Come in!" called a voice.
"Lieutenant Shackleton's compliments, sir, and two applicants to be
examined, sir."
"Very good, Orderly," replied Captain Wayburn, assistant surgeon, Army
Medical Corps, as he received the papers from the orderly. The latter
then left the room, closing the door behind him.
"You are Overton and Terry?" questioned Captain Wayburn, eyeing the
papers, then turning to the chums, who answered in the affirmative.
Captain Wayburn, being a medical officer of the Army, wore shoulder
straps with a green ground. At the ends of each strap rested the two
bars that proclaimed his rank of captain. Being a staff officer, Captain
Wayburn wore black trousers, instead of blue, beneath his blue fatigue
blouse. Moreover, the black trousers of the staff carried no broad side
stripe along the leg. The side stripe is always in evidence along the
outer leg side of the blue trousers of the line officer, and the color
of the stripe denotes to which arm of the service the officer belongs--a
white stripe denotes the infantry officer, while a yellow stripe
distinguishes the cavalry and a red stripe the artillery officer.
Captain Wayburn now laid out two other sets of papers on his desk. These
were the blanks for the surgeon's report on an applicant for enlistment.
At first this examination didn't seem to amount to much. The surgeon
began by looking Hal Overton's scalp over, next examining his face, neck
and back of head. Then he took a look at Hal's teeth, which he found to
be perfect.
"Stand where you are. Read this line of letters to me," ordered the
surgeon, stepping across the room to a card on which were ranged several
rows of printed letters of different sizes.
Hal read the line off perfectly.
"Read the line above."
Hal did so. He read all of the lines, to the smallest, in fact, without
an error.
"There's nothing the matter with your vision," remarked Captain Wayburn,
in a pleased tone. "Now tell me--promptly--what color is this?"
The surgeon held up a skein of yarn.
"Red," announced Hal, without an instant's hesitation.
"This one?"
"Green."
"And this?"
"Blue."
And so on. Hal missed with none of the colors.
"Go to that chair in the corner, Overton, and strip yourself, piling
your clothing neatly on the chair. Terry, come here."
Noll went through similar tests with equal success. By the time he had
finished Hal was stripped. Now came the real examination. Hal's heart
and other organs were examined; his skin and body were searched for
blemishes. He was made to run and do various other exercises. After this
the surgeon again listened to his heart from various points of
examination. Finally Hal was told to lie down on a cot. Now, the
examination of the heart was made over again in this position. It was
mostly Greek to the boy. When the examination was nearly over Noll was
ordered to strip and take his turn.
When it was over Captain Wayburn turned to them to say:
"If I pronounced you young men absolutely flawless in a physical sense,
it wouldn't be much of an exaggeration. You are just barely over the one
hundred and twenty pound weight, but that is all that can be expected at
your age."
"You pass us, sir," asked Hal eagerly.
"Most decidedly. As soon as Terry is dressed I'll hand you each your
papers to take back to the recruiting officer."
Five minutes later Hal and Noll returned to the main waiting room.
"Pass?" inquired the sergeant, with friendly interest.
"Yes," nodded Hal.
Tip Branders was sitting in a chair, a dark scowl on his face.
"Orderly, take Branders to the surgeon, now," continued the sergeant,
and Tip disappeared. Then the sergeant knocked at the door of the
lieutenant's office and entered after receiving the officer's
permission. He came out in a moment, holding the door open.
"Overton and Terry, the lieutenant will see you now."
Hal and Noll entered, handing their papers back to Lieutenant
Shackleton, who glanced briefly at the surgeon's reports.
"I don't see much difficulty about your enlisting," smiled the officer.
"I congratulate you both."
"We're delighted, sir," said Noll simply.
"Now, Overton, I can let you sign, provisionally, to-day but I can't
accept your friend, Terry, until to-morrow, when he will have reached
the proper age for enlisting. This may seem like a trivial thing to you,
but Terry is just one day short of the age, and the regulations provide
that an officer who knowingly enlists a recruit below the proper age is
to be dismissed from the service. Now, if you prefer, Overton, you can
delay enlisting until to-morrow, so as to enter on the same date with
your friend."
"I'd prefer that, sir," admitted Hal.
"You are both in earnest about enlisting?"
"Indeed we are, sir," breathed Noll fervently.
"I believe you," nodded the officer. "Now, have you money enough for a
hotel bed and meals until to-morrow forenoon?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then be here at nine o'clock to-morrow morning, sharp, and I'll sign
you both on the rolls of the Army. Now, furnish me with home references,
and, especially, the name of your last employer. These will be
investigated by telegraph. Also, are you acquainted with the chief of
police in your home city?"
Hal and Noll answered these questions.
Then, having nothing pressing on his hands for the moment, Lieutenant
Shackleton offered the boys much sound and wholesome advice as to the
way to conduct themselves in the Army. He laid especial stress upon
truthfulness, which is the keystone of the service. He warned them
against bad habits of all kinds, and told them to pick their friends
with care, both in and out of the service.
"In particular," continued the lieutenant, "I want to warn you against
contracting the 'guard-house habit.' That is what we call it when a
soldier gets in the habit of committing petty breaches of discipline
such as will land him in the guard-house for a term of confinement for
twenty-four hours or more. The 'guard-house habit' has spoiled hundreds
of men, who, but for that first confinement, would have made admirable
soldiers. The enlisted man with the 'guard-house habit' is as useless
and hopeless as the tramp or the petty thief in civil life."
It was an excellent talk all the way through. Both boys listened
respectfully and appreciatively. It struck them that Lieutenant
Shackleton was giving them a large amount of his time. They learned,
later, that a competent officer is always willing and anxious to talk
with his men upon questions of discipline, duty and efficiency. It is
one of the things that the officer is expected and paid to do.
By the time they came out Tip was just returning from the surgeon's
examination.
"You freshies needn't think ye're the only ones that passed," growled
Tip in a low voice, as he passed.
Neither chum paid any heed to Branders. Somehow, as long as he kept his
hands at his sides, Branders didn't seem worth noticing.
"Make it?" asked the sergeant at the street door.
"Yes; we sign to-morrow, if our references are all right," Hal nodded
happily.
With a sudden recollection that soldiers must hold themselves erect,
Hal and Noll braced their shoulders until they thought they looked and
carried themselves very much as the sergeant did. They kept this pose
until they had turned the corner into Broadway.
"Whoop!" exploded the usually quiet Noll Terry unexpectedly.
"What's wrong, old fellow?" asked Hal quickly.
"Nothing! Everything's right, and we're soldiers at last!" cried Noll,
his eyes shining.
"At least, we shall be to-morrow, if all goes well," rejoined Hal.
"Oh, nonsense! Everything is going to go right, now. It can't go any
other way."
As he spoke, Noll turned to cross Broadway at the next corner.
Hal made a pounce forward, seizing his comrade by an arm. Then he backed
like a flash, dragging Noll back to the sidewalk with him. Even at that
a moving automobile brushed Noll's clothes, leaving a layer of dirt on
them.
"Things will go wrong, if you don't watch where you're going," cried Hal
rather excitedly. "Noll, Noll, don't try to walk on clouds, but remember
you're on Broadway."
"Let's get off of Broadway, then," begged young Terry. "I'm so tickled
that I want a chance to enjoy my thoughts."
"We'll cross and go down Broadway, then," Hal proposed. "I have the
address of a hotel with rates low enough to suit our treasury, and it's
some blocks below here."
"Say," muttered Noll, "of all the things I ever heard of! Think of Tip
Branders wanting to serve the Flag!"
The boys talked of this puzzle, mainly, until they reached their street
and crossed once more to go to the hotel. They registered, went to their
room, and here Noll put in the next twenty minutes in making his clothes
look presentable again.
"If you've got that done, let's go downstairs," proposed happy Hal. "I'm
hungry enough to scare the bill of fare clear off the table."
As they descended into the lobby Hal suddenly touched Noll's arm and
stood still.
"I guess Tip is going to stay right with us," whispered Overton in his
chum's ear. "That's Tip's mother over there in the chair. She and her
son must be stopping at this hotel."
"They surely are," nodded Noll, "for there's Tip himself just coming
in."
Neither mother nor son noted the presence of the chums near by.
Tip hurried up to his mother, a grin on his not very handsome face.
"Well, old lady," was that son's greeting, "I've gone and done it."
"You don't mean that you've gotten into any trouble, do you, Tip?" asked
his mother apprehensively.
"Trouble--nothing!" retorted Tip eloquently. "Naw! I've been around to
the rookie shed and got passed as a soldier in the Regular Army."
"What?" gasped his mother paling.
"Now, that ain't nothing so fierce," almost growled Tip. "But there is a
fool rule--me being under twenty-one--that you've got to go and give
your consent. So that's the cloth that's cut for you this afternoon, old
lady."
"Oh, oh, oh!" cried Mrs. Branders, sinking back in her chair and
covering her face with her hands. "What have I ever done that I should
be disgraced by having a son of mine going to--enlist in the Army!"