Instead, Hal and Noll paused by the door, while Tip, with a confident leer on his face, strode into the inner office. Lieutenant Shackleton, a man of twenty-eight, in blue fatigue uniform, with the single bar of the first lieutenant on his shoulder-straps, looked up quickly and in some amazement. "Who are you?" he asked. "I've come to see you about enlisting in the Army," continued Tip, who, with his hat still on, was marching up to the desk. "Take off your hat." "Eh? Huh?" "Take off your hat!" came the repeated order, with a good deal more of emphasis. "Hey? Oh, cert. Anything to oblige," assented Tip, with a sheepish grin, as he removed his hat. "Is your name Overton?" asked the recruiting officer, glancing at the papers before him. "Naw, nothing like it," returned Tip easily. "Or, Terry?" "Them two boobs is outside," returned Tip, with evident scorn. "I told 'em to stand aside until I went in and had my rag-chew out with you." Lieutenant Shackleton flashed an angry look at Branders, though a keen reader of faces would have known that this experienced recruiting officer was trying hard to conceal a smile. The lieutenant had dealt with many of these "tough" applicants. "Orderly!" rasped out the lieutenant. Private Aldridge appeared in the doorway, standing at attention. "Orderly, I understand that this man wishes to enlist----" "That's dead right," nodded Tip encouragingly. "But his application has not been received by me," continued the lieutenant, ignoring the interruption. "Take him outside and let Sergeant Wayburn look him over first. Also ask the sergeant to inform this man as to the proper way to approach and address an officer." "Very good, sir," replied Private Aldridge. He tried to catch Tip's eye, but Branders was not looking at him, so the soldier crossed over to Branders, resting a hand on his arm. "Come with me," requested the soldier. "Hey?" asked Tip. "My man, go with that orderly," cried Lieutenant Shackleton, in an annoyed tone. "Me? Oh, all right," nodded Tip, and went out with the soldier. "Overton! Terry!" called the recruiting officer. "Here, sir," answered Hal, as both boys entered the room. "One of you close the door then come here," directed Lieutenant Shackleton. Noll closed the door, after which both boys advanced to the roll-top desk behind which the lieutenant sat. "You are Henry Overton and Oliver Terry?" asked the officer. "Yes, sir," Hal answered. "And these are your applications?" "Yes, sir." "You have filled them out truthfully, in every detail?" "Yes, sir." "You, Overton, are already eighteen?" "Yes, sir." "And you, Terry, will be eighteen years old to-morrow?" "Yes, sir----" from Noll. The lieutenant looked them both over keenly, as if to make up his own mind about their ages. "May I speak, sir?" queried Hal. "Yes." "To satisfy any doubt about our ages, sir, we have brought with us copies of our birth certificates, both certified to by the city clerk at home."