"We have all the other delinquents. But," choked Noll, "I'm fearfully afraid that Minturn has done for Hal Overton for good."
"Where is Overton?" demanded the sergeant swiftly.
"In a private room at the rear, Sergeant," Noll answered, pointing. "You can find the way. I'm going to rustle for a doctor."
"Good boy," nodded Hupner, and darted into the evil place.
Within three minutes Private Noll Terry entered the place, followed by a keen-eyed young physician.
Hal still lay unconscious on the floor, a bad gap showing across the top of his head, and a red pool on the floor near him.
Private Hyman was now kneeling beside the young soldier, his eyes misty.
"I'm glad you're here, Doctor," nodded Hyman, speaking huskily as he rose. "I was just going to try to do something myself, but was afraid I might do the wrong thing."
"I didn't know what I was doing," muttered Corporal Minturn weakly. "I wasn't responsible."
"Silence! Tell that to the court-martial," broke in Sergeant Hupner in a tone of sheer disgust. "Be quick, Doctor, won't you? And if there is anything that we can do to help you, speak."