Frank, will you show Sam Rivers and John Haynes how to hold their hands ?" "You needn't trouble yourself," said John haughtily, but in too low a voice, as he supposed, for Mr.Morton to hear.

"I don't want a clodhopper to teach me." Frank's face flushed slightly, and without a word he passed John and occupied himself with showing Sam Rivers, who proved more tractable.
"No talking in the ranks!" said Mr.Morton, in a tone of authority.

"If any boy wishes to ask any explanation of me he may do so, but it is a breach of discipline to speak to each other." "My next order will be, 'Faces to the front!'" he resumed, after a pause.
"Nothing looks worse than to see a file of men with heads turned in various directions.

The eyes should be fixed straight before you, striking the ground at about fifteen paces forward." It required some time to have this direction properly carried out.

Half an hour had now passed, and some of the boys showed signs of weariness.
"I will now give you a little, breathing-spell for ten minutes," said Mr.Morton.