"Mine, no doubt," answered Alan. "I have sent out a late commission. I am anxious to win; it will take Miss Berkeley down a peg; she always pins her faith to the Baron's colors."
"That's your fault," said Harry.
"Why?"
"Because you treat her with indifference and she doesn't deserve it."
"I am not aware of doing so," said Alan. He would have resented this from anybody except Morby, who was a privileged person.
Captain Morby did not pursue the subject further.
"You can keep a secret, Alan?" he asked.
"I'll try. You're a mysterious fellow, Harry."
"It's about the regiment," he said. "We're to hold ourselves ready at a moment's notice—don't split—I might be court-martialled."
"Whew!" whistled Alan. "This looks serious."