He was back again in a moment with the soldier who had brought in this batch of candidates without interviewing the treasurer.
"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.