On the whole Prescott felt that he was lowering his own dignity to attach any importance to an anonymous message, plainly from a guardhouse prisoner. Yet he dropped the small stone and thrust the scrap of paper into a pocket for future consideration should he deem it worth while.
CHAPTER V
THE CAMP CARPENTER'S TALE
After a week of exacting office work and all but endless drill, Dick had the rare good fortune to find himself with an evening of leisure.
"Going to be busy to-night?" Dick asked Greg at the evening meal at mess.
"Confound it, yes," returned Captain Holmes. "I must put in the time until midnight with Sergeant Lund going over clothing requisitions for my new draft of men."
"My requisitions are all in, and I expect the clothing supplies to-morrow morning," Dick continued.
"That is because you got your draft of new men two days earlier than I did," grumbled Greg. "You're always the lucky one. But what are you going to do to-night that you want company?"
"I thought I'd like to take a walk in the moonlight," Dick responded.
"Great Scott! Do you mean to tell me you don't get enough walk in the daytime in the broiling sunlight?"