And the fellow stalked away in the darkness.
Farley could restrain himself no longer. Hurrying to Douglas’s side, he asked excitedly:
“What’s it all mean, Ross?”
“I don’t know,” was the truthful answer.
“Did you know the feller?”
“No—I couldn’t see his face.”
“He’s one o’ the soldiers, ain’t he?”
“I don’t know, Joe,” Ross replied rather impatiently. “Let’s go back to our places.”
As the three friends moved across the inclosed space, toward the site of their camp-fire, they were met by an officer of the guard, who cried angrily:
“You men go back to your places and stay there. You know it is against the regulations to stray about the camp at this time of night. The next time you break the rules, I’ll report you.”