Then Corporal Hasbrouck's bellowing voice could be heard: "Officer of the day, post number three!" Some one could be heard running down the street.

A few moments passed, during which Dick, Greg and Anstey sat up on their mattresses listening eagerly.
Then came the officer of the day running back.
There was another brief pause, or just long enough for the officer of the day to make a report to the O.C.and to receive orders.
Tr-r-rat-tat-tat-tat! The drummers at guard tent were running out the crisp summons of assembly.
"Get up! Tumble out lively for general roll call!" muttered Dick, springing to his feet.
"What in the mischief can they have done to old Dodge ?" wondered Greg as he hurriedly pulled on his shoes.
"You men will turn out instantly," ordered a cadet corporal, thrusting his head in at the tent doorway.

"Elaborate dressing isn't necessary." Dick bolted out, followed by Anstey, Greg bringing up the rear.
Cadets by scores and hundreds were falling in by companies, while the company commanders stood by watchful and alert.
Only the members of the guard were excused from this assembly.
Almost instantly orders rang out crisply, and the ranks closed.
Then the cadet adjutant, the roll in his hands, began to call the names by companies, holding a pencil in readiness to check down any cadet found absent.
Back of the adjutant stood the cadet officer of the day and Captain Vesey, of the Army, who was the tac.

doing duty as O.C.
The calling of the roll, while the cadets stood in ranks, wondering, brought a surprise to Captain Vesey.

Every cadet supposed to be in camp was present or satisfactorily accounted for.
"When dismissed," rang the cadet adjutant's voice, "men not on duty will return to their tents and finish the night's rest.