"Captain, allow me to salute you," and he made a sweeping bow to the deck.

Tom spoke so earnestly that Tubbs was pleased, and instantly forgot their little differences.
"I shall be pleased to become a captain," said the young gentleman.

"I feel I can fill the position with credit to myself and dignity to the academy.

There is military blood in my veins, for a second cousin on my mother's side was a lieutenant in the Civil War.

Besides that, I have studied military movements at West Point, where I went to see the cadets drill." "Do you know how to swab out a cannon ?" asked Sam, with a wink at the others.
"I shouldn't--ah--care for such dirty work," replied William Philander Tubbs with dignity.
"Or police a camp ?" "Surely you don't think I was ever a policeman ?" "Don't you remember what policing a camp is ?" asked George Granbury.
"Upon my honor, I do not." "It means to clean up the streets, burn up the rubbish, and all that." "Thank you, but I do not--ah--care to become a street cleaner," returned Tubbs, with great dignity.
"Sorry, but I'm afraid you are not cut out for a corporalship," came from Tom.
"I didn't say a corporalship, Tom, I said--" "Excuse me, I meant a sergeantship." "No, I said--" "Make it a second lieutenantship, then, Tubby.