he letter ran:

"The Residency,
"September 24th.

"From Officer commanding Houssas detachment Headquarters, to
Officer commanding "B" company of Houssas.

"Sir,--

"I have the honour to direct your attention to that paragraph of
King's regulations which directs that an officer's sole attention
should be concentrated upon executing the lawful commands of his
superior.

"I have had occasion recently to correct a certain tendency on your
part to employing War Department property and the servants of the
Crown for your own special use. I need hardly point out to you that
such conduct on your part is subversive to discipline and directly
contrary to the spirit and letter of regulations. More especially
would I urge the impropriety of utilizing government telegraph
lines for the purpose of securing information regarding your
gambling transactions. Matters have now reached a very serious
crisis, and I feel sure that you will see the necessity for
refraining from these breaches of discipline.

"I have the honour to be, sir,
"Your obedient servant,
"P. G. Hamilton, 'Captain.'"

When two white men, the only specimen of their race and class within a
radius of hundreds of miles, are living together in an isolated post,
they either hate or tolerate one another. The exception must always be
found in two men of a similar service having similar objects to gain,
and infused with a common spirit of endeavour.

Fortunately neither Lieutenant Tibbetts nor his superior were long
enough associated to get upon one another's nerves.

Lieutenant Tibbetts received this letter while he was shaving, and came
across the parade ground outrageously attired in his pyjamas and his
helmet. Clambering up the wooden stairs, his slippers flap-flapping
across the broad verandah, he burst into the chief's bedroom,
interrupting a stern and frigid Captain Hamilton in the midst of his
early morning coffee and roll.

"Look here, old sport," said Bones, indignantly waving a frothy shaving
brush at the other, "what the dooce is all this about?"

He displayed a crumpled letter.

"Lieutenant Tibbetts," said Hamilton of the Houssas severely, "have you
no sense of decency?"

"Sense of decency, my dear old thing!" repeated Bones. "I am simply full
of it. That is why I have come."

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