"You were up and about in the squad room at that time, Private Overton?" "Yes, sir." "Did you leave the squad room?" "No, sir." "You are positive of that?" "Positive, sir." "You did not leave the squad room, even for a moment?" "No, sir." "What brought you out of your bed?" "I heard shots, sir, and calls for the guard." "What else did you see or hear, Private Overton?" "I went to the window, and saw that there was some excitement up by the officers' quarters, sir." "Then what did you do?" "After listening and looking for some time, sir, I returned to my bed, wondering what it was all about." Hal was the only soldier in the battalion who had fallen out of ranks. "Follow me," ordered Captain Cortland. He led the young soldier back to where Adjutant Wright and the sergeant-major were standing by Major Silsbee. "Lieutenant Wright," reported Captain Cortland, "Private Overton admits being up in the squad room at the time when the shots were fired in the dark hours this morning. He claims that he did not leave the squad room, and that it was the noise that woke him and made him curious." "Go to my office, Private Overton, with Sergeant-major Beall," directed the adjutant briefly. Hal and the sergeant-major saluted, then stepped away. "Is it allowable, Sergeant, for a rookie to ask what this is all about?" asked Hal respectfully, as the two neared the adjutant's office at headquarters. "You'd better not ask. I'm not going to tell you anything," replied Beall. So Hal was silent, though he could hardly escape the feeling that he was being treated a good deal like a suspected criminal. Though he knew that he was innocent of any wrong-doing in connection with the excitement of the night before he could not help feeling undefined dread. Lieutenant Wright speedily returned to his office, taking his seat at his desk. Hal was summoned and made to stand at attention before the adjutant. "Now, Private Overton," began the adjutant, fixing a frigid gaze on the rookie, "you may as well tell me all you know about last night's business." Hal quickly told the little that he knew. "Come, come, my man," retorted Lieutenant Wright, "that much won't do. Out with the rest of it." "There isn't any 'rest of it' that I know of, sir," Private Hal answered respectfully. "Now, my man----" With that preliminary Lieutenant Wright proceeded to put the young recruit through a severe, grilling cross-examination. But Hal kept his head through it all, insisting that he had told all he knew. "Overton," rapped in the adjutant, at last, "you are very new to the Army, and you don't appear to realize all the facilities we have for compelling men to speak. If you remain obtuse any longer, it may be necessary for me to order you to the guard-house under confinement." "I am very sorry, Lieutenant," Hal replied, flushing, "that you will not believe me. On my word of honor as a soldier I have told you all that I know of the matter."