CHAPTER XXX
ON PAROLE
I was wakened--indeed, we were all wakened, for I could see even the sentinel shake himself together from where he had fallen against the doorpost--by a clear, hearty voice hailing us from the margin of the wood:
"Blockhouse, ahoy!" it cried. "Here's the doctor."
And the doctor it was. Although I was glad to hear the sound, yet my gladness was not without admixture. I remembered with confusion my insubordinate and stealthy conduct; and when I saw where it had brought
me--among what companions and surrounded by what dangers--I felt ashamed
to look him in the face.
He must have risen in the dark, for the day had hardly come; and when I ran to a loophole and looked out, I saw him standing, like Silver once before, up to the mid-leg in creeping vapor.
"You, doctor
