"No, sir," said Geordie, with a gulp. "I suppose they did it out of revenge for my taking colors this morning."
"Glenn! oh, Glenn!" called Mr. Leonard from his tent door.
"Hello!" came the answer back through the darkness.
"Come here, will you? lively—I want you."
The drums and fifes by this time were halted on the color-line, and the last part of tattoo was sounding. Bend turned away to superintend the formation of his company, but the captain directed Graham to remain. Presently the soldierly form of the adjutant appeared.
"Look at that!" said Leonard, handing him Graham's rifle.
"Hello, where did you find it, plebe?"
"In my gun-rack, sir, just now, in place of the new one you saw at guard-mounting this morning."
"Do you mean that's gone?"