However, he remembered where the sun had been when he had emerged into the open air before, and, after some profitless scouting about, a passing motorcycle set him on the right track.

It set him thinking, too.
"There are an awful lot of these fellows with dispatches running about," he said to himself.

"It seems to me that this place is more than a colonel's headquarters.

A colonel has just one regiment under him, and he certainly wouldn't need so many riders to carry his orders about--unless he were in command of a detached fort or position, and Colonel Goldapp isn't.

I guess he's there, right enough, but I've an idea there's someone more important, as well.