"Yes; it's tough," cried Prescott, "to be deprived of the help of one of the bravest, quickest-witted men in the United States Army!"
This heart-felt praise served as some balm to Hal's wounded, grief-stricken spirits. He would have given anything he possessed to join this long dash to save, if possible, two imperiled American girls.
"And there are other American women there to-night," added Hal brokenly.
None of the time was lost in talk, however, for the young officers who were to go were now busy looking to their weapons and ammunition, their canteens of water and other needed supplies.
It was unavoidable that the news should have leaked out among the soldiers now in camp.
The four young officers started soon, each giving Hal a silent, soul-felt grip of the hand before starting.
"Now, why the dickens ain't Lieutenant Overton going?" demanded Sergeant Kelly in wonder.
"Don't you know?" demanded a corporal. "Lieutenant Overton is in camp, under charges."
"What are ye talking about, man?" demanded Kelly incredulously.
"Oh, it's the truth," insisted the corporal.