"Bah!" Captain Vesey smiled after his superior officer had stalked out of the tent.

It is just barely possible that the younger officer, remembering some prank of his own yearling days, wasn't extraordinarily anxious to detect yearlings in an offense that would result in depriving the Army of the further services of some very bright and resourceful young men.
Hot, dusty, perspiring, first class men, yearlings and plebes came back to camp in detachments from various tours of drum and instruction.

The only cadets who looked at all fresh were the members of the guard, who were excused from the day's drills.

Yet for these returning ones, late in the afternoon of a hot day, there was no immediate rest.

Some of the cadets came back in service clothes, others in khaki, still others in field costume of campaign hat, flannel shirt, gray trousers and leggins.