“Well, let this be a lesson to you, my lad, to keep your firelock in order.”
“Yes, sergeant; I will in future.”
“We might have been the enemy coming. See any more of that light, or hear any more noise over yonder?”
“No, nothing.”
“Not heard nothing from Master Pawson, I suppose?”
“Not since he came up and spoke to me before he went to bed. Said his head was queer or something—spoke mighty pleasant, and that he was sorry for me who had to watch all night.”
“Well?”
“That was all; only I said I was sorry for him having such a bad head.”
Ben went down to where Roy was waiting in the secretary’s door-way.
“Can’t wake him, Ben. Come along; I am tired now.”