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She shook her head decidedly, and Charles and Hal put the last odds and ends on top the mountainous load. "Think it'll ride?" one of the men asked. "Why shouldn't it?" Charles demanded rather shortly. "Oh, that's all right, that's all right," the man hastened meekly to say. "I was just a-wonderin', that is all. It seemed a mite top-heavy."
Shades more formidable of good Queen Bess herself, Bluff King Hal, Margaret Countess of Richmond, and that other unhappy Margaret of Anjou, what would you have said of this simple ramble? In truth it was a scene from the world of romance, even without the music and the lady at the lattice.
"I can't imagine what he wants with us." "But who is he? That's what I would like to know," demanded Chester. "I haven't the faintest idea, but he must be someone of importance." "Oh, he's important enough, all right. You noticed his command was obeyed." "Well, I guess we shall find out in good time who he is," returned Hal. The lads were taken to a large hut in the center of a great camp.
Studying her face, as she read, Hal saw it change from gay to grave, saw her quiver and wince with a swiftly indrawn breath, and straightened his spine to what he knew was coming. "Oh, it's cruel," she said in a low tone, letting the paper fall on her knee. "It's true," said Hal. "Oh, no! Even if it were, it ought not to be published." "Why?" "Because " The girl hesitated.
"Of course you are rather a fine boy really, I was only pulling your leg." Hermon subsided with a laugh, and Hal proceeded to explain that she had come on business, having been asked by the editor of one of their small magazines to write up an interview with the actress for him.
I'll give up, and won't try to be nobody, I vurm! And as he talked he walked away to ruminate upon the injustice of the law which could not touch Harold Hastings, but could throw its broad arms tightly around himself. Meanwhile the Judge had ordered a carriage and taken Harold with him to his private room in the hotel, where the hardest part for Hal was yet to come.
"And then to have you drag our love into the thing, there before every one!" "Was that really so terrible, Jessie?" She looked at him with amazement. That he, Hal Warner, could have done such a thing, and not realise how terrible it was! To put her in a position where she had to break either the laws of love or the laws of good-breeding! Why, it had amounted to a public quarrel.
"I guess there is not much doubt of that," replied Chester, "but Rome is a pretty sizeable town. A slim chance we have of finding him." "I'd know him if I see him," said Hal "So will I. Did you notice the scar across his face?" "Yes; that's why I say I would know him any place. What do you suppose it was he stole?" "A paper of some kind; I saw that.
Hal made out that at this point there were perhaps a dozen men, though to each side he saw countless other forms. These latter, however, appeared no wise interested in the automobile and its occupants, but went about their several duties. Hal put on the brakes and the automobile came to a stop a few feet from the nearest German, who, it appeared, was a colonel of infantry.
My first inquiry was for Hal and Ned, and was told that they had gone out after a flock of wild turkeys that had been heard clucking in the pecan trees, not far from camp. They had taken their guns with them, and expected to be back by noon.
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