“What’s that?” exclaimed Ned. “Some one hurt,” answered Jerry. “I wonder----” He did not have time to complete his surmise, for the corporal called: “Guard! Over this way! I’ve caught him!” There was a sound of a struggle, and then a light flashed. Ned and Jerry, hurrying over, saw the corporal holding Pug Kennedy, and flashing a pocket electric light into the bully’s face. [Illustration: NED AND JERRY, HURRYING OVER SAW THE CORPORAL HOLDING PUG KENNEDY.] “You were right--there was some one here,” said the corporal. “I stepped on his hand in the dark and he yelled. Otherwise I might not have seen him. Sorry, Kennedy, but it’s your own fault,” went on the non-commissioned officer. “Take him to the guardhouse,” he ordered Ned and Jerry, and there was no choice for them but to obey. “I’ll get even with you for this!” growled Pug Kennedy, as he marched along. “I’ll fix you!” “We didn’t do anything,” said Jerry in a low voice. “We were going to keep still.” “Yes you were! You gave me away--that’s what you did. You called the corporal and peached on me! I’ll fix you for this!” It was useless to protest, and Jerry and Ned did not. Kennedy, muttering and growling, was turned over to the keeper of the guardhouse, and locked up for the rest of the night. He would be given a hearing in the morning. “How much shall we tell?” asked Ned of Jerry, when they were relieved, and, with Bob, went to turn in. “Better not say anything until we’re asked,” was Jerry’s opinion. “Let the corporal do the talking. After all he found him, we didn’t.” “But about the meeting in the dark, and the talk we heard?” “Well, if I was sure what it meant I’d speak of it. But we may only get laughed at for imagining things if we speak of it. And we haven’t much to go on. Let the corporal do the talking.” This they did, with the result that Pug Kennedy was punished for being out after taps and trying to run the guard, no very serious offense, but one which carried with it an extra round of police work--cleaning up around camp--and Pug was more or less the laughing butt of his comrades. “It’s all your fault!” he declared to Ned and Jerry. “You wait! I’ll get square with you!” But as several days passed, and the “scrapper,” as he was called, made no effort to carry out his threat, Ned and Jerry rather forgot about it. As for the midnight meeting, it seemed to have been nothing more than an attempt on the part of Pug Kennedy to be friendly with some civilian he had met in town. “Though what they were talking about I can’t guess,” said Jerry. “Same here,” agreed Ned. The days in camp were spent in drill. It was drill, drill, drill from morning until night.