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Prince Otto of Saxe-Pfennig went to bed that night, comfortably conscious of a good work well done. He saw his way now clear before him. But he had made one miscalculation. He had not reckoned with Clarence Chugwater. Part Two Night! Night in Aldwych!
A scouting party of an officer and twenty troopers rode forth that morning with orders to look over the Chugwater and the intervening country around Eagle's Nest. If Mr. Holmes were in a hurry to get back to business, here was excellent opportunity of driving half the way to Cheyenne under escort. But Mr.
Just as Major and Mrs. Miller with Dr. Bayard stepped upon the broad gallery of Bedlam at its southern end and stopped in embarrassment at sight of the group at the other, Mr. Holmes had bounded up the steps and, placing in her hand a telegraphic despatch, held forth his own to Randall McLean. "Read it aloud!" was all he said, and eagerly she obeyed: "CHUGWATER, Friday, 4 P.M.
Seven ran." Essex! Then at any moment the foe might be at their doors; more, inside their doors. With a passionate cry, Clarence tore back to the house. He entered the dining-room with the speed of a highly-trained Marathon winner, just in time once more to prevent Mr. Chugwater lowering his record. "The Germans!" shouted Clarence. "We are invaded!" This time Mr. Chugwater was really annoyed.
And it was Clarence Chugwater who with a firm hand applied the match that was to set it in a blaze. Clarence had called at the offices of the Encore on a Friday. The paper's publishing day is Thursday. The Encore is the Times of the music-hall world. The Encore criticising the latest action of the Variety Artists' Federation is the nearest modern approach to Jove hurling the thunderbolt.
Back came the wire ten minutes before midnight that the General had left Cheyenne for Laramie by stage that evening, and must now be near the Chugwater and far from telegraphic communication.
The intruder smiled quietly. "My name is Clarence Chugwater," he said simply. "Jugwater? Dod't doe you frob Adab. What do you want? If you're forb sub paper, I cad't see you now. Cub to-borrow bordig." "I am from no paper." "Thed you're wud of these photographers. I tell you, I cad't see you." "I am no photographer." "Thed what are you?" The other drew himself up.
Chugwater." The prince bowed. So did his aide-de-camp. "The fact is, Mr. Jugwater," resumed the prince, "we are not here on a holiday." "Quite so, quite so. Business before pleasure." The prince pulled at his moustache. So did his aide-de-camp, who seemed to be a man of but little initiative and conversational resource. "We are invaders." "Not at all, not at all," protested Mr. Chugwater.
"England, my England!" he moaned. It was indeed a sight to extract tears of blood from any Boy Scout. The table had been moved back against the wall, and in the cleared space Mr. Chugwater, whose duty it was to have set an example to his children, was playing diabolo. Beside him, engrossed in cup-and-ball, was his wife.
Ward, to trap on the streams of the Chugwater and Laramie for beaver, otter, and other fur animals, and also to poison wolves for their pelts. We were out two months, but as the expedition did not prove very profitable, and was rather dangerous on account of the Indians, we abandoned the enterprise and came into Fort Laramie in the latter part of December.
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