"Let me up out of this, and I'll let you both off," proposed Corporal Simeon Shrimp.
"You'll stay just where you are," ordered Hal, "and I give you my word that, if I see any signs of your trying to escape, I'll drill you through with all the bullets this revolver carries."
Running feet were now coming rapidly their way.
"Lemme go—boys, do," pleaded the corporal brokenly, terror ringing in his voice. "Boys, you don't know what fearful trouble you'll get me into."
"That's a different song," retorted Private Hal Overton dryly. "But it wouldn't do any good to let you go now. Your friend has shoved off, and is rowing like mad."
The steps of running men now came nearer.
Both Rookies Tackled the Corporal.
"This way, Corporal of the guard!" called Private Overton.