"Scouts?" cried the bewildered commander of C Company. "By Jove, I remember two men who strolled down through my camp to-night. I called to them to keep close to our lines."
"But they didn't," chuckled Captain Cortland gleefully, "for those two men whom you hailed happened to be my scouts."
Captain Freeman took two great, gulping breaths in his sheer amazement.
"Cortland, now that the sham campaign is over," he begged, "may I know who your scouts were?"
"Certainly, my dear Freeman. They were Privates Overton and Terry."
"Overton!" gasped Captain Freeman, in deep chagrin. "The clever young rascal who looted my outpost last night?"
"The same."
Several of C Company's enlisted men were within hearing.
Now, from one of these men, came the heart-felt utterance:
"Hang that kid Overton!"