Brayton looked at the lad's stooping shoulders with frigid, utter disapproval.
"Mr.Danvers, take your hands out of your pockets, sir." "All right," laughed Mr.Danvers, obeying, and trying to laugh nonchalantly.

"Anything to please." "Don't address a superior officer, sir, unless he addresses you in a way to make a reply necessary.

And when you do address a Superior officer, or any other cadet or candidate on official business always add 'sir.'" Danvers nodded, but the nod Cadet Corporal Brayton ignored by turning on his heel and stepping, with a magnificently military air and carriage, over to another luckless candidate.
When ordered, the candidate fell in next to Mr.Danvers.Then the other anxious youngsters fell into line.
"Candidates turn out promptly!" sounded snappily in another part of barracks.
Another lot of newcomers began to tumble downstairs and out of doors with feverish haste, to be confronted by another cadet corporal who awaited them.
"Never mind that other squad!" admonished Cadet Corporal Brayton sharply.

"Favor me with your whole attention.

Now, then, listen, and do each thing as I tell you.