CHAPTER XXIII. - A FIGHT, AND OTHER THINGS."Are you ready in there? S-sh!"
"Yes, I'll be out in a moment."
"Two o'clock and all's we-ell!"
The first speaker was Harden, the first classman, the second was Mark, and the third the sentry, calling the hour.
The moonlight, clear and white, shone down on the glistening, snowy tents; the camp was almost as bright as day. Two figures who stood crouching in the company street were plainly visible, dressed in old contraband "cit's clothing" for disguise. And presently two more appeared, similarly clad, Mark and his old friend, the learned and pugilistic Parson.
The four said not a word, but stole silently down the street to the park that bounded the camp on the east, the river side, the beat of sentry No. 4. One of them gave a low whistle, a si
