In the morning those who had been in the scuffle gave evidence before the provost-marshal, and the prisoner was identified by some of the camp-followers as a notorious brigand who for days had been hanging round the camp. It transpired that a private of the Connaught Rangers named Conolly had on the day before been drinking in Varna with several Greeks. He was known to have had considerable arrears of pay upon him. That night Conolly’s comrades were aroused by hearing heavy groans. They found he had been stabbed to death, and a man was seen escaping from the tent. Several of the Rangers gave chase, but lost their man near the camp of the Lancers. It was supposed that having escaped the most pressing danger, to show their utter contempt for the watchfulness of the English, out of mere bravado the Greeks had started firing their pistols among the tents. Nothing was decided, however, and the prisoner was put back for further inquiries. ‘H’m!’ snorted Sergeant Linham, ‘I suppose the toad is going to be let have another chance of slitting our throats. If it had been an officer who had been killed, I want to know’---- A trumpet was heard ringing out shrilly. ‘Hallo!’ said Jack; ‘listen; it’s the regimental call: “Death or Glory, Death or Glory, Death or Glory Boys!” Trot march, chaps! we’re wanted.’ They raced to the lines, saddled-up, and mounted, all being a few minutes late on parade. As Jack was taking his place in the troop, Napper passed him. ‘Blair,’ he cried angrily, ‘you’re late on parade; I shall report you.’ This was the first time he had spoken to Jack since they had landed. Jack wondered what on earth it had to do with him if he were late; but he had no time to think it out, for the regiment was formed for inspection by the colonel. This lasted some time, and when they had returned to camp Will Hodson sought Jack, and his face looked grave. ‘I say, old man, have you heard the news?’ he asked. ‘I have heard several things to-day,’ replied Jack; ‘to what do you refer?’ ‘Napper.’ ‘What about him?’ ‘He’s in orders this morning as corporal.’ Jack whistled. ‘By George!’ he said, ‘that’s unfortunate for me,’ and he recollected Napper’s words. He was unsaddling his horse when Sergeant Barrymore came up to him. ‘Blair,’ he said, ‘the colonel wants to see you at once.’ With a sinking heart Jack followed the sergeant into the presence of his stern old colonel. Napper and the regimental sergeant-major were standing by him. ‘What’s this I hear about you,’ he began angrily; ‘absent from the lines and late on parade this morning--our first day ashore? What is the meaning of it?’