And as Allen finished the reading of that note he crushed it in his hand.
“By Jove!” he muttered. “It was a dirty brute who wrote that. I’ll catch him as well as Mallory!”
And then he strode out of his tent to begin the morning inspection.
CHAPTER XXVI.
A TRAP FOR MALLORY.
“It’s settled now, is it?”
The speaker was Mark again. He was standing in just the same position as when we left him for the brief glance at Lieutenant Allen. And he was addressing the same six plebes as previously, their weighty discussion being now about over.
“We’ve agreed,” he said, “as I understand it, to stop cutting up monkey shines for a while. We’re going to stay in camp and devote our nights to sleeping.”
“Except,” put in Texas, by way of reminder.
“Of course,” assented Mark. “Except, as we said, something extraordinary should happen. There’s no use making any resolves that we won’t keep. If we should find, for instance, that Bull and his crowd were giving another party——”