Then, curiously enough, the last thing that he remembered was his Tacitus, lying in his locked desk in the Pendleton Academy.

He would get out that old fellow again some day and finish him.
Then he fell sound asleep in his saddle, and the horse went steadily on, safely carrying his sleeping master.
He did not awake until midnight, when Dalton's hand on his shoulder caused him to open his eyes.
"I've been asleep, too, Harry," said Dalton, "but I woke up first.

We're going into camp here for the rest of the night." "I'm glad to stop," said Harry, "but I wonder what the dawn will bring." "I wonder," said Dalton..