"I spoke to you the way I did back on the road because I was sure the fellow was near and listening.

I didn't care much about catching him to-night because I hope to catch him later on, and get him even more red-handed.

Mock, you're loyal, and I'm going to put your loyalty, if you consent, to a hard, bitter test." Dick went on in an even lower tone, Mock listening in growing astonishment, without replying a word, though he nodded understandingly.
"So, now," Prescott wound up, "I'm going to continue into camp with you still a prisoner and be mighty hard on you.

However, I won't hold the pistol on you any longer." Into camp Dick marched the soldier, then over toward the buildings of the Ninety-ninth, and thence along to the bull-pen.
"Sergeant of the guard!" Prescott called briskly, and that non-commissioned officer appeared.
"Take charge of Private Mock as a prisoner, charged with being absent from camp without leave or pass," Dick ordered.

"I will report my action to Captain Holmes, who will dispose of his case." From there Dick led the horse back to B company barracks, turned the animal over to an orderly and went into the company office, where, as he had expected, he found Greg immersed in a grind of paper work.