Fischer was expecting that visit. He was up and dressing, and ready for the other.
"There are the clothes, Mr. Powers," he whispered. "Leave your uniform here and slip into them quickly."
The captain's voice was trembling with excitement, and some little nervousness, too. This was a desperate errand for him. It might cost him his chevrons, if not worse; for he had desperate deeds to do that night.
"Have you got the guns?" he whispered.
By way of answer Texas slipped two shining revolvers into the other's hands. Fischer gripped the cold steel for a moment to steady his nerves, and then thrust the weapons into the pocket of the rough coat he wore.
[Pg 168]"Come on," he said. "I'm ready."
He stepped out of the tent, Texas close at his heels. The two crept around the side, then crouched and waited. Suddenly Fischer put his fingers to his lips and gave a low whistle. The effect was instantaneous. Sentries Number Three and Four promptly faced about and marched off the other way. It was contrary to orders for sentries to face in opposite directions at the same time. But it was handy, for it kept them from "seeing any one cross their beats." Texas and his companion had sprung up and dashed across the path and disappeared over the earthworks of old Fort Clinton.
"That was neatly done," chuckled Texas. "We're safe now."
"It would be a sad state of affairs, indeed," laughed the other, "if a first captain couldn't 'fix' two sentries of his own class. We're all right if we don't make any noise."
A person who glanced at the two would not have taken them for cadets. They were clad in old dilapidated clothing, with collars turned up to increase the effect. To complete this disguise, they took two black handkerchiefs from their pockets, and in a few minutes more were as desperate-looking burglars as ever roamed the night.
"Burglary's not much worse than conspiracy, any[Pg 169]way," muttered Fischer, as he hurried along. "I wonder what time it is."
"Twelve o'clock and all's we-ell!" rang the voice of the sentry from camp just then—an answer to the question. And the two villainous-looking men crept on in silence, gripping their weapons the tighter as they went.
The hotel lies very near the camp; it was only a short walk for the two, even creeping and dodging as they were, before they were safely hidden close to the porch of the building. The house is in Colonial style, with big, high pillars, painted white. It was a difficult climb, but the two lost not one moment in hesitation. They evidently knew just why they came, and had planned their task beforehand. Texas sprang up on the shoulders of the other, and a short while later was lying breathless upon the tin roof of the piazza.
Fischer had dodged back into the shadow to wait. The other lay where he was for a short while, to glance about him and recover his breath; then he rolled over and crept softly and silently along until he reached one of the windows. Texas had found out which one beforehand; he could afford to waste no time now, for this was a State's prison offense he was at.
He raised himself and glanced over the sill of the open window; he glanced hastily about the room inside,[Pg 170] and then dropped down again and crept to the edge of the roof.
"They aren't there," he whispered. "S-sh!"
"Not there!" echoed the other. "Then they haven't come home yet. drop down."
Texas slid down that pillar with alacrity that would have scared a cat. And the two were hiding in the bushes a moment or two later.
"Gee whiz!" muttered Fischer. "Just think of the risks we took. They might have come in on us."
"Where can they be?" whispered Texas, anxiously. "I hadn't any idea they wouldn't be in by twelve."
"There's nothing they can be doing around here," said Fischer. "I don't know——"
"Look a here!" muttered Texas, excitedly, as a sudden idea occurred to him. "I saw 'em a-goin' down to Highland Falls this evenin', an——"
Fischer gripped him by the arm.
"Jove!" he cried. "We'll go down and lay for 'em. It's a faint chance, but if we catch 'em there it'll be a thousand times less dangerous for us. And if we miss them we can come back. Let's hurry."
It was a dangerous business, that getting down to Highland Falls. There were the camp sentries and the sentries of the regular army, besides, patroling most of the paths. And any of them would have stopped those[Pg 171] two rough-looking men if they had seen them skulking about the post. But Fischer had been there three years, and he knew most of the "ropes." He dodged from building to building, always keeping the road in view so as to see their victims if they passed—and finally came out upon the road just at the beginning to cadet limits. Here they hid in a thick clump of bushes and lay down to wait amid the silence of that dark, deserted spot.
"I wonder if they'll come," whispered Texas. "I wish I had one of 'em by the neck. The rascals——"
The words were choked in their utterance; for the officer suddenly nudged his companion and pointed down the road.
"Look!"
That was all he said. Texas turned and glanced as he directed. There were two figures, clearly outlined in the moonlight, walking slowly up the road.
"It's they," whispered Fischer. "Shall we try it?"
And Texas gripped the two revolvers in his pocket and muttered, "Yes, we shall!"
The two came nearer and nearer. Out of the black shadows where they lay the cadets stared hard, watching them anxiously, waiting, panting with impatience and excitement. The strangers were slightly built, both of them, and young; Texas recognized one of them plainly. It was Benny Bartlett; that the other was the printer's[Pg 172] boy, he took for granted. Then suddenly he noticed one of them stagger.
"That solves it," whispered Fischer. "They've been down to Cranston's getting drunk. The beasts!"
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