"At least, old ramrod says we ought to tell you." Then, lowering his voice still more, Anstey gave an outline of what the new yearlings were supposed to try to do to the lonely plebe on post number three at the hour when ghosts walk.
"Humph!" rejoined Dodge quickly.

"Let the yearlings try that sort of trick, if they dare.

Have those fellows no idea of the sacred position of trust held by a United States sentinel?
For I, on sentry duty, represent the sovereignty of the United States just as much as does any soldier patrolling a lonely post in the face of the enemy in war time!" "All very well," grinned Dick "But how are you going to prove it, if the yearlings catch you napping tonight ?" "They won't," retorted Dodge pompously.

"They shan't.

And if any fellow, I don't care who he is, tries to rush my post to-night he'll feel the steel of one of Uncle Sam's bayonets prodding him in the tenderest part of his worthless carcass!" "Look out, Dodge!" cautioned Greg softly.