“W-w-w-well, I-I surrounded f-f-four of ’em, but they wouldn’t stay surrounded and they started to chase me, so I-I-I had to r-r-run.”
“Well, did you get any excitement?” smiled the General.
“Oh, yes, sir, I-I-I got more than I-I-I was looking for.”
“Well, sir,” said the General, “I hope you got enough excitement to last you for a long time. You are guilty of an act of leaving camp without permission and I find it necessary to place you under arrest.”
The poor Dunce was marched off between four soldiers to the tiny guard house, where he was left to think over his disobedience.
The army aviator snatches the Dunce from the hands of the Wild Men.—Chapter Twenty.