“Five,” we both shouted.
“Well, T.”
“Right, and sixth place.”
“An e, an l, and a t. Let me see. Any n’s in it?”
“No. That makes six. Oh, we have you, General, that is half the number.”
“The battle is not won yet; no, nor lost yet. Well, I’ll guess G.”
“Seven.”
He looked down at the grass and drummed his fingers on his knee, then said, “D.”
“Eight.”
“An e, an l, and a t. That’s a queer combination when all the other vowels are out. Holloa! Is there another e?”