“No,” said Lennox, joining in his comrade’s merriment; “don’t trust them there, sir. They’re malicious enough to spend their time destroying all the corn.”
“Well done, Lennox!” said the colonel emphatically. “I’m glad you spoke, for before anything was said I had determined to make their hiding-place their prison. You are right. That would not do at all.—Roby, you must have your prisoners placed in the safest hut that you can find, and let a sentry share their prison, for they must never be left alone. Now, gentlemen: bed.”
Chapter Sixteen.
The Lost Man.
“Yes, sir, I’m very sorry, and feel that it’s a great disgrace,” said Colour-Sergeant James.
“Sorry!” said Captain Roby contemptuously.
“It’s all I can be, sir,” said the sergeant sadly. “I’m not going to defend myself.”
“But how could you miss him when the roll was called?”