CHAPTER XII.
PRESCOTT GETS NUMBER THREE When the cadet battalion marched off to mess the following morning the mystery of Cadet Dodge's whereabouts was as big a mystery as ever.
At the tent of the O.C., however, things were seething.

As soon as the battalion returned to camp cadets were sent for in rapid succession.
However, the trail remained as blind as ever.

The various detachments were ordered out for drill or practical instruction.
Our three young cadets were marched nearly two miles for instruction in target practice.

At the outset this work was with the gallery rifle at short ranges.
At the close of practice the squad was marched back over the dusty roads.
"Dodge has been found," was the smiling word passed around as this detachment of plebes was dismissed inside camp limits.
"Where?
How?
When ?" The amazing story was told with a good deal of quiet laughter.
At about half past eight this morning one of the workmen employed in a lumber yard at Garrison, across the river, walking in behind a pile of lumber close to the river, was amazed to find a pillow slip lying on the ground.

What was much more astonishing was the fact that a waist and a pair of legs protruded from the pillowcase, and the feet were bound.
The workman, a dull-witted fellow, thought he had stumbled upon a case of murder, and rushed back to the office.