For that matter, young Holmes was lonely, both Dick and Anstey having been drawn for guard duty.
Five minutes after tattoo Yearlings Davis and Poultney sauntered down the company street.
"Suzz-zz! suzz-zz! Horwack!" came sonorously from the tent solely occupied by Plebe Holmes.
"Great Washington!" muttered Poultney.

"Who smuggled a sawmill into camp ?" "The disturbance of the peace comes from this abode of beasts," declared Mr.Davis, halting and thrusting his head into the tent.
Greg did not awaken, but snored on with crescendo effects.
"We ought to teach a beast like that a lesson," whispered Poultney, as he, also, stared in at the unconscious but offending Greg.
"How ?" A hurried, whispered conference followed.

Right after that Mr.
Davis tied a stout cord to the tent-pole of the khaki house across the company street.

Four feet of this cord were supported, in the crotches of two imbedded twigs, so that the cord lay about an inch and a half above the ground for a space of four feet close to the opposite tent.

Then the balance of the cord was allowed to lie harmless across the company street.