“Don’t you think you have enough to bother about before that comes up?”
“I certainly have,” answered Morey. “But I’m looking ahead. Anyway, I’m a thousand times grateful to you. I’d like to meet Major Squiers and show him what I have. Then I’d better go on into the city and meet you tomorrow, if you’ll be good enough?”
“You will stay with me tonight. Why not?”
“I’ve got Amos with me,” answered Morey with a knowing smile.
“We’ll take care of Amos, if he is my enemy,” laughed the officer.
Lieutenant Purcell was a bachelor, but his quarters were comfortably furnished. He and Morey had lingered on the club house veranda for some time, talking over Colonel Marshall’s mysterious packet while a corporal went in quest of Amos and Betty. Soon after the officer and his guest reached the former’s house the corporal returned with the report that the horse and surrey had been found and cared for, but that the colored boy could not be found. Morey was alarmed. He proposed an immediate personal search; but at that moment the telephone rang.
After talking for some minutes over the telephone the lieutenant, with much laughing, hung up the receiver.
“He’s found,” he explained, roaring with amusement. “He’s in the guard house.”
Morey sprang up in alarm.
“Yes,” went on his host, “but they are going to bring him here.”