"Oh, Vicky," said the boy, in his misery, stooping to caress his
companion, "I ought to be court-martialled and dishonorably discharged
from the service for this. I have done very wrong. I have lost our
ponies for good."
The dog licked his hand sympathetically, and then suddenly bounded
away, barking, and Henry heard Frank's voice say:
"Why, Tom, here's Vic!"
"Thin Sargint Hinery must be near," said the soldier.
"Yes, I'm here, Frank--and oh, Frank, I'm in such trouble!" And in a
curiously jumbled and half-incoherent manner Henry related his
afternoon's experience.
At the conclusion of the recital the three held a consultation as to
what was best to be done. Time was precious, and the town was nearly
two miles distant.
"Sargints," said Private Tom Clary, "I belave we can do bist by
oursilves. Me afthernoon's lave ixpires at tattoo, but if, as me
shuparior officers, ye'll allow me to be out of camp a bit longer, I
think we can sarcumvint the thaves."
"We'll do our best to get you excused by the lieutenant," said Frank.
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