But after all, so it fell out; and when the Band concert began, Magnus escorted Miss Dangleum through the shadows to where the light battery guns stood ready, helped her to mount a caisson, and was in close attendance till the drum beat. One of these old caissons was quite a favourite "box" with the girls. "Beastly!" Rig declared it all, when he came off guard next day. "I saw him having the spooniest sort of a time," said Randolph maliciously. "Chappy and the Kitten were on the next gun. I say, I'm tired walking post. I'm going to bone colours." "Go in and win," Magnus admonished him. "Well, you'll see," said Randolph. And to be sure, such a polishing of buttons, and rubbing up of arms, as followed were unknown before in Randolph's tent. Magnus declared that the buttons made him wink clear across A Company Street. Just at the last possible moment before the critical guard-mounting, Randolph rushed in upon his two friends. "Say, boys, lend me a pair of white trousers. I can't find any of mine that are fit to go with my buttons." "Well, I've only one pair fit to go with mine," said Magnus. "Sorry! but they'd be too long for you." "Rig's will do," said Randolph, making a dash at the pile of trousers. "Thanks awfully. My, how they shine!" [Illustration: THE COLOR GUARD] Well, they certainly did. Spotless, unwrinkled, as if they, too, had been "boning" colours. Randolph marched out on higher heels than those prescribed in the regulations, and later on presented himself fearlessly as a candidate for honours. And the inspecting officer's face seemed to say he had reason; Randolph could see approval in every look and gesture. Gloves, buttons, gun were scrutinised; the trousers were dazzling and smooth. Then the officer passed round for a back view. Hair right length, collar right height above the grey, belt and buttons adjusted to a nicety. "Mr. Randolph," said the cadet adjutant, as he came round in front, "I would have given you colours but for those trousers." And when Randolph got in and scrutinised himself he found that the borrowed trousers were deeply frayed at the ankle! After which the young man professed himself blue and bored. "Just my luck," he said. "But I'll get even with him, see if I don't. They were only fringed behind." Two or three days after this, Randolph accosted Magnus. "Say, Kin, want some fun? Like to see Coxy scared within an inch of his life?" "No sort of objection on my part; rather B. J. in you to propose it." "It's more than propose," said Randolph. "Just you hang round my tent about nine o'clock." Then after supper Randolph took his stand at the foot of A Company Street, where the plebs were busily going back and forth between the hydrant and the tents. "Mr. Johnson!" he said, hailing a D Company pleb, but keeping his voice well down. "Yes, sir." The pleb slackened his pace a little, but did not look round, and Randolph stood glancing carelessly about, as if thinking of nothing in particular.