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Prescott was thinking of the meeting he had witnessed, the night before, between Fred and Tip. After sleeping on the question for the night, Dick had decided that he would say nothing of the matter, for the present, either to the elder or the younger Ripley. "If Fred found out that I knew all about it, he'd be sure that I was biding my time," was what Dick had concluded.
"Should I not play my cards?" repeated the Secretary. "I see," said Prescott. "You told me that I brought my pride with me. Well, I did not bring all of it. I left at home enough to permit me to ask this favour of you. But I was wrong; I should not have made the request." "I have not refused it yet," said the Secretary. "I merely do not wish to pledge myself.
The crowd below saw him, but at the distance could not make out clearly which boy it was. Then Prescott followed. "Give me one foot," called Dave, kneeling and making a cup of his hands. Dick placed his foot, then started to climb the sloping surface of slate, Darrin aiding. As Dave straightened to a standing position Dick reached up, getting hold of the base of the flagstaff.
Prescott was a sober man, one who controlled his emotions, but he could not help being shaken by the scene, the like of which the world has not witnessed since the Crusades the vast forest, the solemn sky overhead, the smoky fires below, and the fifty thousand in the shadow of immediate death who hung on the words of one man.
They hurried back to Dick's room, over the bookstore that was run by Mr. and Mrs. Prescott. "Whew, but this stuff is heavy," muttered Dick, dumping the package on the table. "Mr. Pollock sent out to the pressroom and had some paper cut of just the size that we shall need for wrappers." "Did you tell Pollock what we are going to do?" asked Greg Holmes.
Then Simmons turned to Prescott. "Now, you sit down, young man," ordered the deputy. "I'd rather not," Dick replied. "I haven't anything worse than a bruise. If I keep too quiet the injury will stiffen all the more. I must move my hip a bit, or I may be in for a worse time." "That may be true," nodded the deputy thoughtfully. "Well, be good, all of you. I'll be back again, as soon as possible."
In the volume referred to, it was also related how Peter Bell, an old hermit, had been discovered by means of the Prescott aeroplane, and restored to his brother, a wealthy mining magnate. In the second volume of the Girl Aviators, we saw what came of the meeting between James Bell, the westerner, and the young flying folk.
"What I'm afraid of is, if Prescott and Holmes don't play with the soldiers, then Darry will lose interest in the game to such a degree that even Army dubs will be able to take his shoestrings away from him. Danny doesn't enjoy fighting fourth-raters. It's the big game that he enjoys going after.
As there was no Confederate Government now, it consequently had no owner, and nobody took the trouble to look for it. Prescott was in London a few years later, where he found it necessary to do some business with the great banking firm of Sefton & Calder, known throughout two continents as a model of business ability and integrity.
They'll stop you, and I only hope they'll get as much out of you as I have." Prescott gladly obeyed the command and the Northern horsemen galloped off, their hoof-beats making little noise in the snow. But as he drove on he turned his head slightly and watched them until they were out of sight. When he was sure they were far away he stopped his own horses.
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