it was with an evil smile that Bert now hastened on, gaining his
own tent.

Taps sounded, and fifteen minutes more went by. It began to look as
though the Battle Monument affair would be allowed to go by until
morning. Greg was asleep, and Dick was just dozing off, when there
came a sharp step in the company street. The step had an official
sound to it. That step halted, suddenly, before the door of the tent
of our three bunkies.

"By order of the commandant of cadets," sounded the voice of Cadet
Corporal Haynes. "Mr. Prescott and Mr. Holmes will turn out with
all due speed, and report at the office of the officer in charge."

"Yes, sir," acknowledged Prescott, and nudged drowsy, half-awake
Greg.

"Yes, sir," replied Holmes.

Dick leaped up, lighting the candle. Then he gave a slight kick
that was enough to bring Holmes apart from his blanket.

Hastily, though with soldierly neatness, the two yearlings dressed
themselves, then stepped out into the night, prepared to face
the rapid-fire gun of official curiosity.




CHAPTER V