The same three sneaked into Camp McPherson at the very moment when Cadet Corporal Vance (of the Bull Harris gang) was superintending the loading of the réveille gun.
CHAPTER XXV.
A CHALLENGE.
“Hey, there, wake up!”
“Um—um. Don’t bother me.”
“Wow! Git up, man——”
“Say, Texas, didn’t I tell you I wanted to sleep this hour? Haven’t I been awake now two nights in succession helping you haze the yearlings? Now I want to take a nap; so let me alone.”
“Wake up!” repeated Texas. “Ain’t you got sense enough, Mark Mallory, to know I’m not pesterin’ you fo’ nothin’? Git yo’ eyes open thar and listen. I got something to tell you. I know you’re sleepy—thar ain’t no need tellin’ me that aire ag’in. I know you were up night afore last hazin’ them ole yearlin’s, an’ last night, too, ’cause they tied us up an’ fired us into that freight train goin’ to New York. But this hyar’s more ’portant than sleepin’!”
“What is it?” demanded Mark.
“There’s a committee from the first class wants to see you.”