"All we've got to do is to keep our eyes open and faithfully
guard the property that is entrusted to our care. However, I'm growing
sour and sore. Here I've got to go to bed presently, and you and Dick are
going to be prowling about all night. You'll have all the excitement,
while I'll be in bed."
"You seem to forget," Tom reminded him, "that the last big excitement took
place in the daytime, during your shift. Dick and I may have a lazy night,
and you may have the air full of wreckage to-morrow in broad daylight."
They chatted a little while with Mr. Prenter, outside, and then Dick rose
at Tom's signal.
"We must be starting," said Reade. "I don't know just what we're going
to do to-night, but we have miles to cover I'm afraid."
"Being an army officer, Dick, you've got a pistol, of course," suggested
Harry hopefully.
"I've a brace of them," nodded the army man.
"Good!" cheered Harry.
"But both of them, unloaded at that, are in my trunks at Mobile," laughed
Dick, whereat Tom chuckled. Harry Hazelton was much inclined to want to
carry a pistol in times of danger, but Tom didn't believe in any such
habit.
"I thought soldiers went armed," muttered Hazelton ruefully.
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