"He is one of the best men in the battalion.

More than that, he is my friend, and if he spends the night there, I spend it with him." So saying, and before any one could stop him, Barry shot back the bolt, opened the door, and with his torchlight flashing before him, stepped inside.
"Hello, McCuaig," he called, in a quiet, clear voice, "where are you?
It's Dunbar, you know." He drew the door shut after him.

The corporal was for following him, but the M.O.

interposed.
"Stop out!" he ordered.

"Stay where you are! You have done enough mischief already." "But, sir, he'll kill him!" "This is my case," said the M.O.sharply.