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It was obvious that appearances were against him; the evidence that Curtis had obtained pointed to his being implicated in the death of his friend, and the painstaking corporal might discover something more damaging. Prescott fancied that one or two of his acquaintances who now and then rode across his farm on different errands returned his greeting with a new and significant coldness.
Prescott made a mistake in putting his hand into his pocket, which showed that he had the book, but he remembered that it would not suit his purpose to produce it. "I'm not going to make out your bill," he said. "That's your business. Give me a proper list of the disputed expenses and we'll see what can be done."
"We're going to win!" asserted Dick, stubbornly. "Yet you're shaking!" "It is buck fever, I guess. O Dave, I do love this grand old game!" Coach Morton half turned, sending a comprehending smile at the earnest young freshman. "I wonder if you'd feel like that," ventured Dave, "if you were one of our fellows out there on the gridiron." "Not for a second," spoke up Prescott, promptly.
"If you will only leave Greg and Dan out," proposed Clara, "you may call on any two of us girls that you want to take their places in the canoe on race days." "Whew!" muttered Dick suddenly. "What's wrong?" demanded Belle. "Don't mind Prescott," urged Tom Reade.
"Men who are found in Tomba's company are subjects for suspicion," remarked Lieutenant Prescott dryly. "Though we've found no weapons with this crowd we'll round 'em up and take 'em in." This was done. Captain Freeman decided to read these natives a lesson and then let them go. "Why not make the rascals most humbly salute the Flag, sir?" suggested Sergeant Overton respectfully.
"And what possible interest can I have in any carpenter unless he's a friend of mine, or has business with me?" On the whole Prescott felt that he was lowering his own dignity to attach any importance to an anonymous message, plainly from a guardhouse prisoner. Yet he dropped the small stone and thrust the scrap of paper into a pocket for future consideration should he deem it worth while.
I'll take you out with me after black bass, Danny, if we can get hold of a boat one of these days." "Who'll do the rowing?" asked Dalzell suspiciously. "Naturally you will," was Reade's answer. "Can't we find a boat somewhere about here?" asked Hazelton eagerly. "I haven't seen one on any part of the lake that is visible from here," Prescott put in.
The garrison, except those posted in the defenses, gathered about Capitol Square, and women and children, roused from their beds, began to throng into the streets. The whole city was now awake and alight, and the cries of "The Yankees! The Yankees!" increased, but Prescott, hardened to alarms and to using his eyes, saw no Yankees.
But come, sir, are you going to make a decent apology to Prescott and his friends for the contemptible things you've tried to do to them?" Somehow, Fred Ripley managed to mumble his way through an apology, though he kept his eyes on the floor all the while.
"Get out, then!" retorted Tom Reade half savagely, as he landed on the floor and began to dress. All were soon up except Hen, who, when a more dismal and bloodcurdling wail than ever came along, hid his head under one of the overcoats that covered him. "It's a wild cat that's what it is," declared Greg Holmes. "Only one objection to that idea," returned Dick Prescott.
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