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"To go in and watch the gun tests," replied Tom. "I have a permit," and he held it out so the soldier could see it. "That permit is no good here;" the sentry exclaimed. "No good?" faltered Tom. "No, it has to be countersigned by General Wailer. And, as he's on the proving grounds now, you can't see him. He's getting ready for the test of his new cannon."
"Why, Louisa Helen, what is the matter?" demanded Everett as he seated himself beside the wailer and endeavored to bring down the pitch of the sobs by a kindly pat on the heaving shoulder. "What's happened, Bob?" he demanded of the silent and dejected lover, who only shook his head as he answered from the depths of confusion.
The professional wailer sits on a swing in the verandah outside the rooms, and in a monotonous voice invites all the spirits of the dead to attend this feast given in their honour. The morning after the feast, the last duty to the dead is performed. The wooden monuments, the bamboo imitation articles, and food of all kinds are arranged upon the different graves.
"I realize that, sir; but you asked me for my opinion. I shall hope to profit by your mistakes, too. That is one reason I wanted to see this test." "Then you are seriously determined to make a gun that you think will rival mine." "I am, General Wailer." "For what purpose to sell to some foreign government?" "No, sir!" cried Tom, with flashing eyes.
"I believe we have correctly estimated the distance," answered someone, and the two entered into a discussion. "That excited officer is General Wailer," explained Captain Badger, in a low voice, to Tom and Ned. "I guessed as much," replied the young inventor. Then he went closer to get a better look at the big cannon. I say big cannon, and yet it was not the largest the government had.
The brothers within, it may be supposed, would wish to go forth and protect the feeble and terrified wailer. The mother, taking a broader view of expedience and duty, forbade them. They soon hushed the cries of the distracted child by the merciless tomahawk.
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