"He would if he could," replied Mr. Thorold—"no doubt; but the liberty is wanting. He is on guard. We crossed his path as we came into the camp."
"On guard!" I said. "Is he? Why, he was on guard only a day or two ago. Does it come so often?"
"It comes pretty often in Gary's case," said my companion.
"Does it?" I said. "He does not like it."
"No," said Mr. Thorold, merrily. "It is not a favourite amusement in most cases."
"Then why does he have so much of it?"
"Gary is not fond of discipline."
I guessed this might be true. I knew enough of Preston for that. But it startled me.
"Does he not obey the regulations?" I asked presently, in a lowered tone.
Mr. Thorold smiled. "He is a friend of yours, Miss Randolph?"