“Just a few minutes, I think. I’m waiting for fat Bluster—ah, here he comes, isn’t it?”
“You’re right,” said Don. “Look at the gait, will you?”
Bluster strode pompously to the door, nodded curtly to one of the soldiers who was on duty there and passed into the hall.
“Come on,” said Don.
“No; just a few minutes longer. Can’t you wait?”
“Say, Jud, you’re a mystery to me to-night,” said Don. “I don’t know what under the sun you’re trying to do. I don’t think you know, yourself!”
“Who’s doing all the talking now?” inquired Jud with a grin.
For almost ten minutes the boys waited in the cold. Then Jud led the way to the door. The soldier on duty at once blocked the passage. “Scat, you youngsters,” he said.
Jud surely had his temper well in hand that night. “We’re looking for a sergeant-major,” he said, smiling. “We’ve got to see him, for we have something important that belongs to him.”
“What is it?”