Texas" heart began to throb with joy--Texas was the one with the gun.
"Victory! Victory!" he muttered. "Wow!"
Ready to shout with excitement at his success he started to follow the other, who was already making for the dense woods at the side of the road. He backed away slowly, still facing the two horrified lads, still leveling his weapons at them.
"Not a sound!" he muttered gruffly. "Remember!"
He reached the edge of the shadow in safety, and then suddenly a noise caught his sharp ear. It was not from the two, but from up the road. It was the sound of a horse"s hoofs, accompanied by a jingling of sword and spur. Texas glanced around quickly; it was a horseman trotting up the road, an officer from the cavalry post! And in an instant more Texas had sprung into the woods and was dashing away with all his speed.
"Run, run!" he whispered to the cadet just in front. "Somebody"s coming."
Benny Bartlett had not nerve to give an alarm; but the printer"s boy had. The fleeing pair heard his voice shouting:
"Help! help! Murder!"
And an instant later came a clatter and thunder of hoofs as the soldier dashed up.
"What"s the matter?" he cried.
"Robbers!" shrieked the two. "We"ve been held up! They ran in there!
Help! Help!"
The rescuer wheeled his horse sharply about; he whipped his sword from its scabbard and plunged furiously into the woods. The two heard his horse dashing up, and they knew their danger was great indeed.
Texas was flying on ahead, running for his life; but Fischer, who was a good deal the cooler of the two in the emergency, seized him by the arm and forced him into a clump of bushes on one side.
"Lie there!" he cried. "S-sh! Not a sound!"
The wisdom of the ruse was apparent. Crashing footsteps gave the officer something to follow; without it he might not find them in the black woods. They heard his horse thrashing about in the underbrush; the man was evidently afraid of nothing even in the darkness, for he plunged through it furiously, riding back and forth and beating the bushes. Once he pa.s.sed so near to them that Texas heard the sword swish and felt for his revolvers instinctively. But that was the best the man could do, and finally he gave it up in disgust and rode out to the road again.
Then the two highwaymen arose and stole softly away in the darkness, congratulating themselves upon that narrow escape and still more upon their success.
When they reached the camp, which they did in a great hurry, for they knew the officer would alarm the post, they pa.s.sed the sentry in the same way, and separated, Texas hurrying into his own tent. To his amazement he found his tent mates awake and sitting up, for what reason he had no idea.
"What"s the matter?" he cried anxiously, for he saw at once that something horrible had happened.
"Matter enough!" cried Mark in just as much anxiety. "It"s not enough for me to get dismissed, but you have to go to work and get yourself in the same sc.r.a.pe."
"I dismissed!" echoed Texas, in amazement. "How?"
"Your absence has been noticed," groaned Mark. "Lieutenant Allen has ordered an inspection of the tent every half hour until you return.
They"ve been here twice now, and you"re a goner. And what makes it ten thousand times worse, I know it"s on account of me. You"ve been doing something to clear me."
All this was said in about as lugubrious a tone as one could well imagine. But as for Texas, he merely chuckled as if he didn"t care in the least.
"I reckon it"ll be all right," he chuckled, as he began to shed his "cits" clothing. "Jes" you fellers go to bed an" be good. I reckon it"ll all come out all right. Good-night."
CHAPTER XXI.
BENNY IS EXPOSED.
"Well, sir, I"ve come to ask what you propose to do about it."
It was the pompous old squire, and he stood once more in the superintendent"s office, impatience written in every line of his face.
"Yes, sir," he continued, "I should like to know your decision."
"But, my dear sir," exclaimed Colonel Harvey, "I have not made up my mind entirely. It is only yesterday you stated your case. What is the hurry?"
"Hurry, sir?" returned the squire, "I am in a hurry for my rights. I mean that my son shall have the cadetship he has earned."
"Where is your son?" inquired the other, after a moment"s thought.
"He is up at the hotel," answered the squire. "Why?"
"I should like to see him for just a moment. I have one question to ask him, if you please. I"ll send an orderly for him."
The old man bowed stiffly; he sat up very straight in his chair and waited with dignity until his young hopeful appeared, wondering meanwhile what more the obdurate officer could want.
Master Benjamin entered the room obviously pale and flushed. He did not feel very well as the result of his last night"s "manliness," and he had dim visions of robbers and stolen papers besides. He bowed to his father and the grave superintendent.
"Take a seat," said the latter. "I shall not keep you long. Take this pen and paper. I am anxious to see your handwriting. Please write these words as I dictate them."
Benny, puzzled and alarmed, prepared to obey; he saw that the army officer was watching him narrowly, which did not increase his ease of manner.
"Write," said Colonel Harvey, "I--promise--to--pay-to--Nick---- What"s the matter?"
Benny had begun to write promptly. At the sixth word he had turned pale as death, and his hand was trembling.
"What"s the matter?" thundered the colonel again. "Why don"t you write?"
"I--I----" stammered Benny. "I"m not very well."
"I should say not!" responded the other, angrily. "Let me see that paper."
He took it from the trembling lad"s hand.
"Is that your son"s handwriting?" he demanded, turning to the squire.
Old Mr. Bartlett glanced at it quickly, a look of amazement upon his face.
"No," he said, "it isn"t. Benny, why don"t you write in your usual way?
Why don"t you do as the gentleman tells you? And what"s the meaning of this, anyway?"
Benny took the pen again, this time weakly.