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She hesitated, then slowly shook her head. "You must not ask me that." "Have you talked with Mr. McGowan?" "I can't tell you," she answered, quickly checking the look of surprise that leaped into her eyes at the unexpected question. "I don't know just how far Mr. McGowan's information may have led him into this matter, but I have feared all along that he is not half so ignorant as he appears.
But I'd certainly like the cruise and the air." "I cal'late I ain't changed no subject. We'll go over Riverhead way. It'll be sort of a vacation from all this mess, and give me a chance to see about this puzzling woman question." With this declaration, the Captain retreated into a silence which all of Mr. McGowan's questions failed to penetrate. The old man was thinking of Clemmie Pipkin!
So he got onto his massive legs and went over to shake hands with a gravity becoming the ceremony. "How d'ye do, Miss Hutchinson? Thought you were at Asbury Park. How de do, Miss Del Garcia. Have you been out in Millbank's motor yet?" "We broke down at McGowan's Pass," said Miss Del Garcia, laughing the laugh that had made her so attractive in "A Word to the Wise."
Theseus, or Siegfried, or any knight of the fairy books might envy the victories of Edison's irresistible lieutenant. "As a sample story of adventure, Mr. McGowan's narrative is a marvel fit to be classed with the historic journeyings of the greatest travellers. But it gains immensely in interest when we consider that it succeeded in its scientific purpose.
Benito looked about for King's assailant. He saw a group of men on Washington street, but was unable to distinguish Casey among them, though McGowan's lanky form was visible. At Benito's feet lay a pocket-memorandum marked with a splash of red. The young man picked it up and read: "Piano for Annie. "Crayons for Joe. "Candy " A man with a medicine case shouldered his way in. He was Dr. Hammond.
To show the light in which the actions of Kershaw's Brigade were held in thus throwing itself between Lee and impending disaster at this critical moment, and stemming the tide of battle single-handed and alone, until his lines were formed, I will quote an extract from an unprejudiced and impartial eye witness, Captain J.F.J. Caldwell, who in his "History of McGowan's Brigade" pays this glowing but just tribute to Kershaw and his men.
Never was a revolution in sentiment and action more quickly wrought than on this occasion with this soldier. It is needless to speak of the battle of Spottsylvania Court House, except to remark that here our comrades of McGowan's Brigade showed of what stuff they were made, and by their gallantry and stubborn fighting, saved the day for General Lee.
"Our end of the work here is all right, Smith, my boy, but I am a bit nervous about the Gotown lay-out. Not that I doubt Mr. McGowan's intentions, but I am afraid he has bitten off more than he can chew. However, there's no need in bidding the devil good-morrow till you're up foreninst him, is there?" Then slapping Smith heartily on the back he cried: "And we are all right for next week, too.
Well, here's my pious regards, and, as my old friend, Major Cullinan used to say, 'May the Lord take a liking to us, but not too soon. New York, eh?" and McGowan's memory seemed, at the sound of the name, to wander back to old familiar scenes of days gone by. "Yes," said Handy; "hail from there, but I travel about a good deal." "A traveling man a drummer, eh?"
I'll try to come up in the morning, and if everything's all right I'll get a certificate and fill it up and you'll get a check in a few days." "Yes, but you said that last week." There was a sound of defiance in McGowan's voice. "If I did I had good reason for the delay," answered Garry with a flash of anger. "I'm not running my office to suit you."