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Page 18
It seemed a hopeless task. They did not know where to look, but
first tried all the seats around the bandstand and the settees on
the great porches behind the pillars of the Administration and
Fine Arts Building.
Then they drove the car over to the greenhouse, but all was quiet
and deserted there. At the suggestion of the Sergeant, they went
to the Hospital but no boy had been brought in. Once more they
approached the gate, and again they left the car,
And looked silently about in the darkness.
Beany was trembling with fear; fear for the brother whom he
loved.
He placed his fingers to his lips and gave a shrill, clear
whistle. Three times he repeated the call that sounded like some
night bird's song.
Then, as they listened, it was repeated. It was a muffled sound,
yet close. Once more Beany gave the signal, this time with a
leaping heart, and the answer came clear and keen, as though a
lid had been taken off.
Beany ran in the direction of the sound. As he passed the
flower-house, Porky hailed him.
"Hey!" he said. "Got a knife?"
Guided by Porky's voice, Beany and the Sergeant raced across the
grass.
"Here I am!" said Porky, cocky as you please. "Say, I wish you
could see this knot! I have worked about all night over it, and
it gets tighter and tighter."
The Sergeant whipped out a knife and cut the cord.
"Who tied you up?" he asked.
"A couple of fellows," said Porky, stamping the feeling into his
feet and ankles. "Couldn't see who they were."
"You can see one of them any time now, I'll bet," said the
Sergeant. "Your brother here did for him in the neatest way you
ever saw." He repeated the meeting on Salina Street, while Porky
walked up and down the drive between the Sergeant and his
brother.
"Yes, sir, he keeled right over and gosh, how he did flop around!
It was a fit all right. I bet he died, too, because he went limp
all at once. He acted like he'd seen a ghost. He yelled, 'What
did you give him?' to the other fellow. What did he call him?"
he asked Beany. "I heard him call some name."
Porky's elbow went sharply into Beany's ribs.
"Didn't catch it," said he, obeying the warning for silence.
CHAPTER VI
ORDERS FROM THE COLONEL
Over in the Hospital, the dimply nurse laid compresses on the
swollen ankle of Captain DuChassis. She found her patient
wakeful, and worn with pain. The leg was badly wrenched, it
seemed. The dimply nurse talked pleasantly with her
distinguished guest, and to amuse him told him a small joke. It
was an amusing little joke to her. A boy had dropped in during
the afternoon, and had asked for the Captain. He seemed most
anxious to know just how he was getting, along; and when she had
told him that he could not leave the Hospital for another day,
the boy had said, "I wish I could help take care of the Captain.
Say, nurse, what have you done with his boots?"
"My boots?" said the Captain blankly. "My boots?"
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