"And yet they call being an officer in the Army a gentleman"s life."
"Yes," replied Prescott, his eyes opening rather wide. "Don"t you consider that one may be a gentleman and yet be industrious?"
"Oh, I reckon so," sighed Algy Ferrers. "But it all seems a beastly grind."
"Then how did your ever come to think of going into the Army?"
"I didn"t," almost flared up Algy. "It was the guv"nor. He forced me into it. Said he"d cut my allowance off altogether, and leave me out of his will if I didn"t get to work. And he chose the Army for me, and put the whole thing through. Wasn"t it beastly of the guv"nor?"
"I"m not so sure that it was," smiled Lieutenant Prescott. "Of course it was different with me. My father worked, and had to, or starve. It was the same with me, which may be why I can look upon the idea of a lot of work without feeling insulted by fate. But I reckon, Ferrers, that no man is worth his salt in the world unless he does work."
This was the day after Algy"s arrival. Colonel North and Major Silsbee had not yet put the new young officer actually at work. They had allowed him this time of grace to get settled in his new quarters, and to talk over his new duties with young Prescott.
"I can never remember all that long list of things you told me, dear fellow," complained Algy. "Won"t you do me a great, big favor?"
"What?"
"Write down for me that--er--time table you laid down for me."
"No." Lieutenant Prescott"s tone was almost abrupt. "I"ll repeat it to you, Ferrers, and you can write it down for yourself. Get a pencil and paper."
"Give me just time for a cigarette before I take up such exhausting literary work," begged Algy, reaching for his gold cigarette case. "Have one, dear fellow?"
"Thank you, Ferrers. I don"t smoke."
"Then what do you do with your time?"
"Work!"
"What beastly old rot the Army is!" murmured Algy, lying back in his easy chair and blowing a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling.
Rap-tap! sounded at the door.
"Come in," called Algy. It was Lieutenant Holmes who entered.
"Howdy-do, Ferrers?" he hailed the new officer. "I heard Prescott was here and came to find him. You"ll pardon me, won"t you?"
"Nothing to pardon," murmured Algy.
"Old ramrod," began Lieutenant Holmes, turning to his chum and addressing him by the old West Point nickname, "I came to see you about your pet. He seems to be in increasing trouble."
"Who"s my pet!" demanded Prescott in surprise.
"Why, Corporal Overton, of your company."
"Corporal Overton is not my pet, and you"ll greatly oblige me by not referring to him again in that fashion, Holmesy," returned the young lieutenant almost stiffly. "Corporal Overton is a mighty fine young soldier, and a good soldier never needs to be his officer"s pet; he can stand on his own merits. But what"s the trouble with Overton? Is he still absurdly suspected of relieving that simpleton Green of his money?"
"Yes; there"s a strong drift of suspicion that way among the men of B Company."
"The idiots!" muttered Prescott impatiently.
"One of my sergeants has just been telling me about Overton"s present standing in the company. B Company men have always liked Overton. In fact, he has been well liked all through the battalion, but just now many of the men don"t feel sure about the young fellow," continued Lieutenant Holmes. "Not a man will admit that the case is proved, but a good many of them don"t like the looks of things. Especially are the men disturbed by the fact of that revolver being in Corporal Overton"s bed, and the fact of his being awake and appearing nervous when the alarm was given."
"Greg, you don"t believe Overton stole that simpleton soldier"s cash?"
cried Prescott.
"I don"t, and I won"t," Lieutenant Holmes replied. "Overton isn"t that type of fellow. He"s a soldier all the way through, going and coming, and the first characteristic of a real soldier is honesty."
"Yet you say so many of the men suspect him?" mused Prescott.
"Not exactly that they suspect him, but that they"d like to have the whole matter cleared up and see daylight through it."
"From what I know of soldiers," remarked Lieutenant Prescott thoughtfully, "it looks like a mean mess for Overton. Really, nothing but long time, or complete vindication, will ever put Overton back where he"d like to be in the esteem of all his comrades."
"I know it," agreed Holmes. "That"s why I"m telling you all this about one of your own men."
"And I ought to have known it myself," Prescott reproached himself. "I ought not to have waited to get the first strong news from an officer of another company."
"Why, I suppose it was easier for me to get this word than it would have been for you. B Company men are too "sore" to talk much about it. But C Company men, as it doesn"t affect any of them, just treat the whole matter as one of ordinary news."
Lieutenant d.i.c.k Prescott rose and began to pace the floor. He was deeply concerned--not so much for Hal Overton"s sake as for the general good name of B Company. Moreover, young Prescott knew that, if any man in his company were unjustly suspected, it was his duty, as one of the company officers, to find a way to set the whole matter straight.
"What"s all the beastly row about, any way?" queried Lieutenant Algernon Ferrers.
Holmes explained it briefly.
"So it"s all a row about some seven hundred dollars, it is?" asked Algy.
"If you choose to put it that way," replied Lieutenant Holmes.
"Then see here, Prescott, old chap," cried Algy eagerly, "why all this rotten fuss? Why, I see the way through it as clear as daylight! I"ll set the matter straight in thirty seconds!"
CHAPTER V
CORPORAL HAL"S ADMISSION
LIEUTENANT PRESCOTT paused, looking sharply at Algy.
"Ferrers, if you can see a way through difficulties as easily as you promise, then you"re going to be a valuable man for the Army. What"s your plan?"
"Why, as I understand it," beamed Ferrers placidly, "the whole trouble is caused by the loss of some seven hundred dollars that the Overton chap got from the simpleton Green?"
"Seven hundred which some men almost suspect that Corporal Overton took from Green," corrected Lieutenant Prescott.
"All the same thing, as far as the really important details go," beamed Algy. "I"ll settle it out of hand. You know, dear chaps, the guv"nor owns a few banks in his own name, and he ships me yellow-backs by the case lots. Result is, I always have plenty of money, and am likely to have more than ever now, for there doesn"t seem to be much chance in the Army to spend it. So----"