THE SHADOW OF TREASON
When the soldiers jumped from their bunks the next morning at the call of the bugle Frank's comrades saw his bandaged head and they surrounded him at once with expressions of solicitude and alarm.
"What's the matter, old man?" asked Bart anxiously.
"Don't say you're badly hurt!" exclaimed Tom.
"You look all in," said Billy. "You're as pale as a ghost."
"I'm a long way from being a ghost yet," smiled Frank, as he drew on his clothes. "Wait till you see me tuck away the grub at breakfast. I butted my head against a stump last night to find out which was the harder, and the stump won."
"Stop your kidding and tell us about it," commanded Bart.
Frank told them the main features of his encounter of the night before, but it was only after mess when he had them by themselves that he voiced his suspicions of Rabig.
Tom gave a long whistle.
"That fellow will queer this whole outfit yet," he blurted out. "He's a sneak and a traitor. If he had his deserts he'd be up against the firing squad within twenty-four hours."