Upon this, Christy was conducted to the gate, where Percy had not yet recovered any of his self-possession. For his own part, he felt that a mistake had been made, which must soon be corrected. He knew nothing of the wide difference of opinion which had suddenly become apparent between his father and his uncle, and he was sure that the latter could soon effect his release.
"This is an outrage!" exclaimed Percy, who perhaps felt that it was necessary for him to say something, now that Christy had come within hearing distance.
"Perhaps it is, Mr. Pierson," replied the sergeant. "But that isn't any of my business."
"You will be held responsible for it, sir!" protested Percy.
"Perhaps I shall; but I shall obey my orders," replied the soldier doggedly.
"Who gave you your orders?" demanded Percy imperatively.
"Well, I don't belong to the class in catechism, and I don't answer all the questions that are put to me."
"My father will have something to say about this business."
"He can say all he likes, but he need not say it to me; for I only obey my orders, and I have nothing to do with giving them."
"What are you going to do with me?" asked Percy, when he found he could make nothing of the sergeant.