CHAPTER IV.
AS IT IS DONE IN THE ARMY "That is your handwriting, is it not, Captain Prescott ?" demanded the regimental commander.
"It looks just like my handwriting, sir, but I'll swear that I never wrote it," declared astonished Dick, still staring at the little piece of paper.
"Yet it resembles your handwriting ?" "Yes, sir.

If I didn't know positively that I didn't write any such message then I'd be about ready to admit that it is my handwriting.
But I didn't write it, sir." "Pass it to Captain Holmes.

I will ask him if he has seen this note before." "No, sir," declared Greg, very positively, though he, too, was startled, for it was hard to persuade himself that he was not looking down at his chum's familiar handwriting.
The note read: _"Dear H.

Stick to what we agreed upon, and we can cook C's goose without trouble.

P."_ "May I speak, sir ?" asked Dick.
"Yes, Captain." "Then I desire to say, sir, that I have not the least desire to see Captain Cartwright in any trouble.