[NED AND JERRY, HURRYING OVER SAW THE CORPORAL HOLDING PUG KENNEDY.]
“You were right—there was some one here,” said the corporal. “I stepped on his hand in the dark and he yelled. Otherwise I might not have seen him. Sorry, Kennedy, but it’s your own fault,” went on the non-commissioned officer. “Take him to the guardhouse,” he ordered Ned and Jerry, and there was no choice for them but to obey.
“I’ll get even with you for this!” growled Pug Kennedy, as he marched along. “I’ll fix you!”
“We didn’t do anything,” said Jerry in a low voice. “We were going to keep still.”
“Yes you were! You gave me away—that’s what you did. You called the corporal and peached on me! I’ll fix you for this!”
It was useless to protest, and Jerry and Ned did not. Kennedy, muttering and growling, was turned over to the keeper of the guardhouse, and locked up for the rest of the night. He would be given a hearing in the morning.
“How much shall we tell?” asked Ned of Jerry, when they were relieved, and, with Bob, went to turn in.
“Better not say anything until we’re asked,” was Jerry’s opinion. “Let the corporal do the talking. After all he found him, we didn’t.”