CHAPTER XIII.
THE REFORMATION OF TEXAS.
"Well?"
There were five of them—Indian, the Parson, Dewey, Chauncey and Sleepy. They sat in a tent in Company A and at that moment were gazing anxiously at a figure who stood in the doorway.
"Well?"
"There is hope," said Mark. "Hope for poor Texas."
And then he came in and sat down to tell the story of his interview with the colonel. The plebes listened anxiously; and when he finished they set to work to compose themselves as best they could to wait.
"The answer will come to-night," Mark said, "when they read off the reports. And until then—nothing."
Which just expressed the situation.
The day passed somehow; between police duties and drills, the six were kept busy enough to relieve the suspense of waiting. And after supper the battalion lined up, the roll was called, and the orders of the following day were read, while Mark and his friends fretted and gasped with impatience. There were reports, and finally miscellaneous notices, among them the sick list!