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Teddy, of course, was taken into his confidence, the artillery experiments being planned for his especial delectation; so, coming up to the house just about noon on the day of the royal anniversary, when he was able to get away from the station for an hour, leaving his mate Grigson in charge, he set about loading the ordnance and getting ready for the salute, with a train laid over the touch-holes of the cannon to set light to the moment it was twelve o'clock, according to the established etiquette in the navy, a box of matches being placed handy for the purpose.
There is a legend that on one occasion four machine-gun bullets actually hit him and bounced off, which gave the imitative Hun the idea of armour-plating his machines. Grigson took the slip and read, slowly and paraphrastically: "Night operations.
"I can't stop, as I have been away for some weeks and want to go out and see my family at Barrington." "If you wish to leave any message I will give it to Mr. Locke as soon as he returns." "Perhaps that will do. My name is Jerome Grigson. Tell Mr. Locke I have met with excellent success in Ohio. In the last four weeks I have sold goods to the amount of four hundred and seventeen dollars."
Grigson meanwhile had been examining the under carriage with scientific care, and turned to ask him how he had got on. "Bong," said Toddles, beaming; "absolutely bong. They spotted us, but Archie was off colour." "Did you see your pills burst?" Toddles beamed more emphatically than ever.
"One in what I took to be the station yard, one right on the line, and one O.K. ammunition truck; terrific explosion nearly upset me. Three perfectly good shots." So far Toddles' account agreed very fairly with the two we already had. "Didn't have any trouble with the release gear, I suppose?" said Grigson. "Nasty thing that. I've known it jam before now."
We had hardly settled down to Mess when an orderly, armed with a buff slip, shot through the door, narrowly missed colliding with the soup, and pulled up by Grigson's chair. Grigson is our Flight Commander one of those rugged and impenetrable individuals who seem impervious to any kind of shock.
Grigson left the office. Twenty minutes Later a boy of about his own age opened the door. He glanced at Walter diffidently. "You advertised for a confidential clerk," he said. "Is is the place filled?" "Yes," answered Walter, in a tone of satisfaction. "You don't want anybody else, do you?" asked the youth, looking disappointed. "Not at present, but we might be able to employ you as an agent."
"They're square men, Locke & Green. I never worked for squarer men." This was pleasant to hear. Walter felt that he Had made no mistake in parting with his thirty Dollars. "Well, I must be going. Have you taken down my name?" "Yes, sir; Jerome Grigson." "Right. Say, I will look in some time to-morrow and bring in a check for four hundred and seventeen dollars. "Very well, sir." Mr.
"Well," answered Toddles, "it did stick a bit, but I just yanked it over and it worked." "Splendid!" said Grigson brightly. "A nice bit of work, and very thoughtful of you to bring home such jolly souvenirs." "Look here," replied Toddles with warmth, "who the devil are you getting at?" "Nothing; oh, nothing at all." Grigson moved away towards the Mess.
So says I to Grigson, my old mate as was, who's in charge here now, and we detarmined as how we'd make a kind of show like to welcome of him home."
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