Sergeant Hupner had run over to where Green was dancing.
"I've got the money. It has come back to me," sang William Green joyously.
In an instant there was a curiosity-inspired rush that every man in the room shared.
Private Green now held high aloft over his head a long envelope whose bulkiness everyone else could see.
"It's the money!" he gasped, chokingly.
"Every man in the room but Green fall in!" roared Sergeant Hupner's voice. "Corporal Terry, take charge of the formation!"
There was a queer, strained hush in the room for the next few moments. Hardly anything was heard but the low breathing of the men, or the few crisp, quiet words of Corporal Noll as he made the men dress their alignment on Corporal Hal, who stood at the right of the line.
"Hold your men so," nodded Sergeant Hupner tersely. "Now, Green, are you sure you have all your money back?"
"I—I hope so," faltered Green. "The envelope is bulky enough."
"Put it on your cot and let me see it," ordered Hupner.