He turned away, but the advice he had given Ned, Bob and Jerry was not very welcome.
“This is our sleeping barracks, anyhow,” said Ned. “We have a right to stick around, and go in, too.”
“If they let us,” added Bob.
“Come on, let’s try,” suggested Jerry. “Here’s a place,” and he led the way through a thinning 10 portion of the crowd toward one of the doors of the big wooden shack, in which he and his chums slept while at Camp Dixton.
Suddenly there came a series of excited shouts from within the building. Then several soldiers were seen to rush out as though something had chased them.
“What in the world is up now?” asked Jerry of his chums.
They pressed forward toward the door from which the excited soldiers had emerged, and one of them, seeing that the three chums were about to enter, cried:
“Don’t go in there!”
“Why not?” asked Bob.
“Did the spy try to shoot any one?” Ned wanted to know.