.

." His gaze travelled from the two penguins to the horseman in khaki.
He put up a shaking hand to shade it.
"Colt?
Colt in regimentals?
Oh, this must be vertigo!" At a word from the sergeant-major the squad fell out and stood in loose order, plainly awaiting instructions.

Mr.Colt--yes, indeed it was the Chaplain--turned his charger's head half-about as the two frock-coated civilians stepped forward.
"Now, Mr.Bamberger, my men are at your disposal." "I t'ank you, Reverent Mr.Major--if zat is ze form to address you--" began Mr.Bamberger's double.
"'Major,' _tout court_, if you please," Mr.Colt corrected him.
"One drops the 'reverend' while actually on military duty." "So?
Ach, pardon!--I should haf known.

.

.