CHAPTER XX. - TWO MIDNIGHT PROWLERS.On the night of the day we are writing about, there was something unusual happening.It was neither a sentry nor an officer, this stealthy figure that stole out of a tent in the street of Company A. He waited cautiously until the sentry behind his tent had passed on to the other end, and then with the slyness of an Indian he crept down the path. And when he disappeared again, it was the big tent of the first captain that swallowed him up.
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 uniformhere 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 c
