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At any rate he was there in the mess-house of the Double Cross, and he was not quite so sodden as Mason had feared to find him provided he found him at all. So much, at least, was encouraging, and for the rest, Mason was content to wait. Mose, recognizing Ford at once, had asked him, with a comical attempt at secrecy, if he had anything to drink.
With a beaming smile for to him the English mail meant one if not two letters from Madeline, and possibly the glad news of sailing orders he pushed on to his quarters, tubbed and dressed, and then went down to the mess-house for breakfast, expecting to find the letters delivered.
"The cook gave them to me, sir," his servant replied. "So you are at it again, making yourself agreeable?" This time Gähler was not in the least confused, but replied frankly, "I beg your pardon, sir; the cook is very old and very fat, I " That evening, in the mess-house, the officers, both his seniors in rank and those of his own age, vied with each other in pleasant speeches.
When Hollister went up to the works in the morning, he found Mills humped on a box beside the fireplace in the old cabin, reading "The Man Who Couldn't Die." At noon he was gone somewhere. Over the noon meal in the split-cedar mess-house, the other bolt cutters spoke derisively of the man who laid off work for half a day to read a book. That was beyond their comprehension.
She was firmly convinced that he was running risks in the city, and she longed to have him back. The morning dragged away. She would not leave the bungalow lest he should return in her absence. She busied herself with the making of a fancy-dress which she and her ayah had concocted for the coming ball at the mess-house.
She wondered sleepily at his sprightliness, for as she remembered him at home he had been a confirmed lie-abed. She herself responded none too quickly to the breakfast gong, as a result of which slowness the crew had filed away to the day's work, her brother striding in the lead, when she entered the mess-house. She killed time with partial success till noon.
Very soon after a shot was heard down by the mess-house, and it transpired that the husband had actually shot Broderick, inflicting a wound which proved mortal. The law and army regulations required that the man should be sent to the nearest civil court, which was at St. Augustine; accordingly, the prisoner and necessary witnesses were sent up by the next monthly steamer.
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