“Nonsense,” said Allen. “I do not mean to report you. I couldn’t.”
When Mark got back to his tent he found Texas almost in tears.
“It’s all up with me,” said the tall plebe. “I’ll pack up to-morrow.”
“Don’t be so sure of it,” said Mark. Then he told his own tale. “I’ll see Allen in the morning.” And he did.
To cut a long story short, Texas escaped—through Mark’s efforts. But the escape was so narrow that the tall youth was mighty sober for a long while after.
“We must square up with Bull, b’gee!” said Dewey.
“Yea, by Zeus!” came from the Parson.
“Of course, bah Jove!” lisped Chauncey.
And Sleepy nodded affirmatively.
And now let us sound taps and say, as do the guards: