"Is it a kind of duty that calls for you to sneak away in this fashion, put on citizen's clothes, and sink your uniform in the bay?" demanded Private Overton mockingly. "If you tell me that, Corporal, I don't believe you."
Corporal Shrimp uttered another ugly oath. Then, with a flashing movement, he drew a service revolver from under his blouse and thrust the muzzle almost in Private Overton's face.
CHAPTER VII
WHEN THE GUARD CAME
"LOOK out, Sim Shrimp!" called the boatman quickly, warningly.
For, while Hal had stood looking gamely at the revolver, Noll Terry had side-stepped, and now leaped at the corporal.
Whack! Noll struck up the glinting barrel of the weapon.
Private Overton, seeming to move in the same instant, leaped forward in front.