I want to follow him, and see where he goes." "You cannot leave the grounds without a pass," said the sentinel, firmly.
"Oh, hang your pass!" cried Bart, warmly, as he saw there was danger that the man in black would escape.

"This is an exceptional case." "A sentry knows no exceptions.

If you leave the grounds, you will have to obtain a pass from the office." "But that man is a robber--a highwayman! If you stand on the rules of the academy now, he will escape, and you may be reprimanded." "I shall do my duty as sentinel, sir, reprimand or no reprimand." The man in black was walking swiftly up the road toward the village, his cape flapping behind him in the wind like the wings of a bat.

In a few moments he would disappear from view.
"Hang the luck!" grated Hodge, as he turned away in disappointment.
"I'd given something to follow him up." He was inclined to be angry at the sentinel at first, but his friendship with Merriwell had taught him that he should have forbearance when in the right, and should never hold a grudge when in the wrong.

Sober reason told him the sentinel had done no more than his plain duty, so the feeling of anger was swiftly banished from Bart's breast.
"I will find Frank and tell him what is up," he thought.
As he walked swiftly toward the barracks, he was met by Wat Snell, who said: "Hello, Hodge.