“Don’t humbug,” said Lennox.
“I tell you I shouldn’t. Look here, Drew, old chap, you haven’t found me out yet. I’m not half such a nice young angel as you think.”
“Hold your row; here’s James.” For the sergeant came hurrying in.—“Well?”
“Search party of twenty directly, gentlemen. Colonel sends word that you two are to come with us.”
“Right,” cried Lennox excitedly. “What did the colonel say?”
“‘Poor fellow!’ sir; and then he turned on the captain, sir.”
“Yes,” cried Dickenson eagerly, “What did he say to him?”
“Why the something or another hadn’t he gone to look for Corporal May at once?”
“Bravo!” said Dickenson; and Lennox, who was buckling on his sword hurriedly, felt better.
“But how about you, James? Are you going to be degraded for neglect?” said Dickenson as they hurried out to join the men already assembled.