Such a military
looking and grim-faced man, standing so stiff and upright, seemed all the
more ridiculous under these conditions.
"H-r-r-rrp!" barked Major Pater, glaring at Tommy Tucker as though his
eyes would burn holes right through that boy's jacket.
Tommy sprang to attention. He was in citizen's dress, as was the major;
but Tommy was sure the martinet knew him.
"What do you mean, young man, by pouring a bucket of slush over my head
and shoulders?" demanded the angry Major.
"Please, sir, if you'll let me wipe it off----"
Tommy had produced his own handkerchief and made a feeble attempt to
attack the melting snow on the Major's shoulders.
"H-r-r-rrp!" barked the Major again, and Tommy translated it as meaning
"as you were" and came once more to attention in the middle of the aisle.
One could not really help the angry gentleman, if one was kept standing in
that ridiculous position. And the passengers near by were more amused than
before by the attitude and appearance of the two engaged in the
controversy.
"Are you aware of what you have done?" demanded Major Pater, at last
"Humph! Tucker of the Fourth, isn't it?"
"Ye--ye--yes, sir," gasped Tommy.
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