"I knew that before," said Mark.
"Yes," answered Grace. "But you didn't know that they knew you and Wright were going to cross the river to settle it."
"Do they know that, too?" cried Mark.
"They do; and moreover they intend to keep watch on you, and if you leave camp to-night you'll have the whole class to follow you."
Mark looked interested at that.
"I can see," he said, "that I am going to have no small amount of fun out of this business. I wish you could manage to use a little of your diplomacy in helping me escape."
"And I wish," added Grace, gazing at him with the same anxious look he had noticed before, "I wish I could help you do the fighting too. I hate to think of your being hurt."
"It hurts me to have you look so unhappy," said Mark, seriously. "I can stand the other. As a fighter I don't think you would make much of a success. This is a case of 'angels for council; devils for war.'"
"Go ahead," sighed Grace, "if you have to go to hospital I'll come over and nurse you."
Mark took his departure soon after that; he set out for camp, revolving in his mind all sorts of impracticable schemes for outwitting the first classmen that night. His thoughts were interrupted by hearing his name. He looked up; a cadet was addressing him.