CHAPTER VIII
THE RIGHT MAN IN THE GUARD HOUSE
That command, however, in a good, strong American voice, had very far from the effect of startling Hal Overton.
Down the street, barely a hundred feet away, a squad of a dozen soldiers of B Company had just halted in column of twos.
At the head of the squad stood Sergeant Terry and Corporal Hyman.
"Sergeant Terry," called the self-rescued Army boy briskly, "march your men here and halt them again."
"Very good, Sergeant Overton," answered Noll's voice, precise and formal as though on parade, but there was a note of joy, none the less, in Terry's voice.
"I will go now, señor," suggested Vicente Tomba, struggling slightly to free himself as the squad again halted close to the Army boy.
"You will do nothing of the sort, Tomba," retorted Overton dryly. "You are going to Fort Franklin as a military prisoner."