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It would be of use, however, if we had plans of the forts that would enable us to check off his report intelligently." "Yet, what evidence have we that Partow or Lanstron has done more than to make a fortunate guess or show military insight?" Westerling asked. "There is the case of my own belief that Bordir was weak, which proved correct."
We shall have the orders issued at the proper moment," concluded Partow. "And Westerling is going to find," he proceeded after a thoughtful pause, "that a man is readier to die fighting to hold his own threshold than fighting to take another man's. War is not yet solely an affair of machinery and numbers. The human element is still uppermost.
Finally, Partow consented, and I recall his exact words: 'They're shockingly archaically defended, especially Engadir, he said, 'but they can wait until we get further appropriations in the fall." She was so far under the spell of her own invention that she believed the reality of her words, reflected in her wide-open eyes which seemed to have nothing to hide.
Lanstron had flung aside a bathrobe that covered a panel door in the closet and already had the receiver in his hand. "But you know what to ask!" concluded Partow. A flush of embarrassment crept into the pasty cheeks and a sparkle into his fine old eyes as he withdrew to acquit himself of being an eavesdropper.
"How's this!" exclaimed one man, reading from a newspaper. "They're going to put up a statue of Partow in the capital! It's to show him as he died, dropped forward on the map, and in front of his desk a field of bayonets. On one face of the base will be his name. Two of the other faces will have 'God with us! and 'Not for theirs, but for ours! The legend on the fourth face the war is to decide."
"And you certainly are pretty," he added, passing out of the door as jauntily as if he were ready for another fight and just in time to see the colonel of the regiment come around the house. He stood at the salute, half proudly, half defiantly, but in nowise humbly. "Well, Major Dellarme!" was the colonel's greeting of the company commander. "Major?" exclaimed Dellarme. "Yes. Partow has the power.
Miss Galland has an idea that's something and character and a brain making arrows so fast that she shoots them into the blue just for mental relief. She's quite a woman. If I were thirty, and single, I believe I'd fall in love with her. But don't you dare tell Mrs. Partow. I want the fun of telling her myself. Hm-m! Why don't you sit down, young man?"
You won't order me to be a soldier will you?" The father, loath to do this, called in the assistance of an able pleader then, Eugene Partow, lately become chief of staff of the Browns, who was an old friend of the Lanstron family.
What an easy master capital must be compared to Eugene Partow! But no! If Marta loved it would not matter whether he were bridge builder or army builder. Yes, she was like that. And what right had he to think of marriage? He could not have any home. He was now in the capital; again, along the frontier a vagabond of duty and Partow's orders.
Then her source was one of authority, not the gossip of subalterns! "And it occurs to me now that, even while he was our guest," she interjected in sudden indignation "that even while he was our guest Partow was planning to make our grounds a redoubt!" "Bully! Very feminine and convincing!" whispered the voice of Feller.
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