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There was a hasty search for them, but the first year boys had apparently hidden in some place that defied the efforts of the ball crowd to locate it. "This is a pretty pickle!" exclaimed Bart, as he came to a halt in the middle of the big field that stretched out behind the Masterson barn. "They've beaten us all right enough. I wonder where they could have taken Ned?"
The uniformed man Frank immediately took to be Colonel Masterson, and he was right. Frank nudged Jack and the latter opened his eyes. Then both boys got to their feet. "So these are the German spies, eh?" said Colonel Masterson. "That's not true," declared Frank hotly. "We are no more spies than you are." "So?" said the colonel insinuatingly.
I've told you more than I intended, anyway." Masterson had risen. His suavity masked a final determination to say no more. The Soul Analysis The day was far advanced after this series of very unsatisfactory interviews. I looked at Kennedy blankly.
"Then how does it happen you hold such friendly conversation with another man who is under suspicion?" Frank's heart sank. So it had been a trap, after all. "I can explain that, sir," said the boy, turning to Lord Hastings. "I have no doubt of that," was the reply. "The question is, can you explain it satisfactorily?" "Yes, sir, we can," interrupted Jack. Here Colonel Masterson took a hand again.
"Would you object to jotting it down so that I can get it straight?" asked Kennedy. "Just a brief resume, you know." "No. Have you a pen or a pencil?" "I think you might as well dictate it; it will take only a minute to run it off on the typewriter." Masterson rang the bell. A young man appeared noiselessly.
So General Cameron rode on for another half-mile, where by good luck he met General Masterson, the division commander, returning. "Ah, Cameron," said the higher officer, reining up, and throwing his right leg across the pommel of his saddle in a most unmilitary way "anything up? Found a good position for your battery, I hope if one place is better than another in a fog."
"Masterson came to his feet like a flash, a gun in each hand, saying, 'Stand up, you measly skunk, so I can see you. Half a dozen men rose in different parts of the house and cut loose at him, and as they did so the lights went out and the room filled with smoke. Masterson was blazing away with two guns, which so lighted up the rostrum that we could see the professor crouching under the table.
Jack and Tom, as much surprised as the three marauders, heard the rocks pelting around them. Suddenly they looked up. Standing on a high rock above the place where Masterson and his cronies were talking, was a strange-looking figure in tattered clothes outlined in the moonlight. He was busily hurling rocks down at the intruders.
The boys were invited to sit down to a well filled table, and did so, after washing their hands in the kitchen at the sink. They had a real homecooked supper and enjoyed it immensely. They were just finishing up when there came a loud knock on the dining room door of the farmhouse. Aaron Masterson answered it. "What's wanted?" he asked, of a man who stood on the porch.
After he had spoken about five minutes and was getting warmed up to his subject, he made an assertion which sounded a little fishy, and some one back in the audience blurted out, 'That's a damned lie. The speaker halted in his discourse and looked at Masterson, who arose, and, drawing two six-shooters, looked the audience over as if trying to locate the offender.
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