A moment later some one saw it.
“It’s poking under the canvas of your tent!” was the cry.
And Allen, red with rage and chagrin, yanked up the cloth and pulled in his mislaid clothing.
A minute later the long roll sounded. The cadet adjutant called off the names and faced and saluted as the unfortunate tac appeared.
“All present, sir,” said he.
The Banded Seven were safe once more, but it had been a close shave.
CHAPTER XXV.
IN CAMP LOOKOUT.
“By jingo! it certainly was the closest shave that I ever had! I hope I’ll never get another such scare.”
The speaker was Mark.