Templeton drew up at the commandant’s hut.  O’Reilly sprang out, and after a brief colloquy with the sentry, who looked doubtfully at his bare head and touzled hair, was allowed to enter.  In five minutes he returned, in animated converse with the colonel.  That officer, acknowledging the punctilious salutes of Eves and Templeton, smiled at the smutty face of the latter, and remarked: