"You're right about Corporal Shrimp being in arrest. Corporal, you've taken a long chance in breaking your arrest like this." Shrimp said not a word. He was cunning enough to know that nothing he could say now would help his case any. Suddenly one of the two members of the guard stepped forward, bringing his rifle to port. "Halt!" he called. "Who goes there?" "Sergeant of the guard," replied another voice out of the darkness. "Advance, Sergeant of the guard, to be recognized." Not only the sergeant came forward, but four other members of the guard with him. "Corporal Shrimp, breaking arrest and attempting to desert, Sergeant," reported the corporal of the guard. "Shrimp, what a fool you've been to-day!" muttered Sergeant Collins. "Let him up, men. Hold out your hands, Corporal Shrimp. I've got to do it." His face sallow with dread and humiliation, Shrimp held out his hands, while the sergeant snapped a pair of handcuffs into place over his wrists. "March the prisoner to the guard-house, Corporal," directed the sergeant of the guard. Then he turned to Private Hal, who still held the revolver. "You two are recruits?" "Yes, Sergeant." "You stopped the prisoner from escaping?" "Yes, Sergeant." "Where did you get that revolver?" "It is the one that Corporal Shrimp drew on us when we attempted to prevent him from escaping." "You took it away from him in a scuffle?" "Yes, Sergeant." "Mighty fine work for a pair of young recruits," declared Sergeant Collins promptly. "Your names?" Hal and Noll informed the sergeant of the guard on this point as the sergeant turned on his way back to the guard-house. "You'll come with me, Overton and Terry. The officer of the day will need to hear your statements." "We'll not be censured, Sergeant, for being late at the squad room?" "Hardly," came the dry retort. "You're now under orders from the guard. Don't worry, men." Shrimp's voice was audible once more. He was swearing volubly over the trick that fate had played him. "Stop that prisoner's swearing," ordered Sergeant Collins sharply. In a short time the guard party reached the post guard-house. Lieutenant Mayberry, officer of the day, stood just outside of the door. "What have you there, Corporal?" asked Lieutenant Mayberry curiously. "Corporal Shrimp, sir, for breaking arrest and attempting to desert, sir," replied the corporal of the guard, bringing his hand to his piece in a rifle salute, which the officer of the day acknowledge by bringing his right hand up to the visor of his cap. "Where did you catch him?" "At the shore, sir, over there," replied the corporal of the guard, pointing. "There's no sentry post over there, Corporal." "No, sir; the prisoner was caught by two rook--recruits, sir." "Two recruits?" "Yes, sir." "Where are they?" "Coming, sir, with the sergeant of the guard." At this moment Sergeant Collins stepped forward into the light.