But
what would you say to a German cannon twelve miles away landing
ten shells in succession on a battery half as big as this stable
without even being able to see the thing they were shooting at?"
"I give up," said Charlie gloomily. "Old man Dowd was SOME liar,
but, my gosh, he couldn't hold a--well, my respect for the American
Army is greater than it ever was, I'll say that, Captain. Dan Dowd
was the rankest kind of an amateur."
"Do you mean as a shot,--or as a liar?" inquired Blythe, grinning.
"Both," said Charlie.
He had a very definite purpose in leading his guest through the
stable-yard. By doing so he avoided the customary approach to the
Tavern, in full view from Courtney's windows. They circled the
building and arrived at the long, low porch from the north. Here
they encountered Furman Hatch. Charlie appeared greatly surprised
to find the photographer there.
"What are you doing here at this time o' day, Tintype?" he demanded.
"Takin' a vacation?"
"I come over for some prints I left in my room last night," explained
Mr. Hatch.
"We're going up to call on Court," said Charlie. "Won't you join
us?"
Hatch looked at his watch, frowned dubiously, and then said he could
spare a few minutes,--and that was just what it was understood in
advance that he was to say!
"He goes by the name of Tintype," explained Mr. Webster, after
the two men had shaken hands.
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