"Green, I hope you haven"t an idea that I"m the crook," Hal went on.
"Of course not. But there"s a stack of appearances against you, just the same," replied William Green dryly.
"See here!" Hal spoke sharply, the pain ringing in his voice. "Do you really believe that I stole your money in the first place?"
"I"ve got most of it back, and I"d rather not express any opinions, Corporal," was Green"s evasive reply.
Just at this instant Corporal Noll Terry joined the pair.
"William," chuckled Noll, "the men have got up a new name for you.
Instead of calling you William Green they"re going to nickname you "Long Green" after this."
"Let "em," grunted Private Green briefly, and without a sign of understanding the slangy joke.
Hal turned away, a choking feeling in his throat, though his outward demeanor was brave enough.
"Clegg, and the rest of you," began Overton, stopping by a group of the soldiers, "will you all do your best to try to remember some time when I may have had occasion to address an envelope to Green?"
Clegg stopped talking with his comrades, half-wheeled about, looked the young corporal steadily in the eyes, then turned back once more to carry on his talk with the other soldiers.
Hal Overton"s face went deathly pale.
This was the direct cut, the snub, from his mates of the squad room.
After that Hal would make no advances to any man in the room who did not first signify that he believed in the hapless corporal.
"Don"t mind "em, Hal," muttered Noll soothingly, coming up behind his bunkie at the far end of the squad room. "They"re only human, and you will have to admit that, just for the moment, all things being taken into consideration, that appearances do hit you a bit. But the whole thing will all be straightened out before long."
"Will it?" asked Hal almost listlessly. He had to speak thus, to prevent the sob in his throat from getting into his voice. For, soldier though he was, and a rarely good one, he was still only a boy in years, and this air of suspicion in the squad room made all life look wholly dark to him.
"Surely all will come right," insisted Noll. "You"ve plenty of good friends around here."
"You and Sergeant Hupner," smiled Corporal Overton bitterly. "But at least, old chap, you two make up in quality what you lack in numbers."
The call for mess formation rang at last. Corporal Hal went to his place in the company line as briskly as ever.
Just as the men were pa.s.sing Corporal Hyman hit Hal a clip on the shoulder.
"Buck up, old spinal trouble!" urged Hyman heartily, in a low voice.
"Don"t disappoint every friend and true believer you"ve got."
There were a few others who were openly friendly in the company mess, but Hal could force only a few mouthfuls of food and a cup of tea down his throat that night.
At a little after eight o"clock an orderly of the guard came striding into the squad room to inform Overton that Colonel North would see him at the officers" club.
Thither Hal went. When he reported he was directed to a little smoking room that stood just off the dining room. When Hal knocked and entered at command he found Colonel North there, flanked by Major Silsbee and B company"s officers.
Colonel North had the accusing envelope and the note in the printed scrawl in his hand.
"Come in, Corporal," called the regimental commander. "I sent for you to inquire whether you have yet thought of any way of accounting for this envelope being in your handwriting."
"I have not, sir," Hal answered.
"Take the envelope and look at it."
Hal Overton obeyed.
"Do you think it likely, Corporal, that the writing on that envelope is a forged imitation of your own handwriting?"
"It is possible, sir, of course," Hal made frank, direct reply. "Yet, sir, I am inclined to believe that the writing is really mine."
"Hand me back the envelope. Now, go to the table over there, where you will find an envelope. Take up the pen and direct another envelope in just the words that this is addressed."
"I"ve done so, sir," replied Hal, a moment later.
"Now in the lower corner of the envelope write the words, "My own writing, Overton.""
"Yes, sir; I"ve done it."
"Bring the envelope to me, Corporal Overton."
Colonel North now compared the writing on the two envelopes, then pa.s.sed them to the other officers present, who carefully examined these exhibits.
"The writings look identical, sir," was Captain Cortland"s comment.
"Yes," agreed Major Silsbee. The other younger officers nodded.
"Corporal," went on Colonel North--and now there was a world of real sympathy in his voice as he looked at this fine young soldier--"this is a very painful happening. Some slight, surface indications are against you, but to me it looks as though some one else had hatched up the circ.u.mstances so that they would seem bound to smite you. Of course, to everyone but yourself, there is a possibility that you may be guilty. It may please you, however, to know, Corporal, that you still possess the confidence of all your officers."
"Then, sir, I thank all my officers."
"In this country, Corporal," continued Colonel North, "every man is presumed innocent until he has been proven guilty. In your own case you are not only not proven guilty, but you are not even accused. Nor, on any such evidence as we yet have before us could any accusation be made with any hope of being able to prove you guilty. I do not for a moment believe you guilty. You have too fine a record as a soldier for any such belief to find acceptance without the strongest, most positive proof."
"There is something that Captain Cortland and I have had in mind to do for you. The present time, therefore, seems an especially suitable one for showing the full measure of our confidence in you, Corporal. Of course, if any evidence came up that would sustain a charge of crime against you, then what we are thinking of doing could be very easily undone at need. Corporal Overton, at parade, to-morrow afternoon, your appointment as sergeant in B company will be announced."
Hal started, colored, then turned pale.
"I--I thank you, sir," he stammered. "But--but----"
"Well, my man?" inquired the colonel kindly.
"Pardon me, sir, but wouldn"t the appointment be better made at some later date?"
"Why?" shot out Colonel North.
"I fear I may not have as much force with a squad room as a sergeant should have, sir."
"Then you will have to develop that force," replied Colonel North dryly.