The captain looked keenly from man to man. "Very well," he said. Those twelve hours accounted for, Matthews was shown innocent of planting the pole. "Tell me what you did yesterday from revelly on."
"Slept till stables."
"I know that's so," said Fraser.
"After that?" Oliver asked.
"I goes into the stockade. Little Thief was carving his bride."
The captain glanced at Fraser. The latter nodded back.
"I remember," said Oliver, slowly. "Then——?"
"Cards till revelly."
The listening officers laughed.
But there was no softening of the captain's face. "Who played with you?"