"I'll bet Cornwallis hated to give up," ejaculated Tubby thoughtfully, as he gazed at the picture of the surrender at Yorktown.
"We don't often think of his feelings when we remember our victory," responded Rob, "but it is just as well to know that there are two points of view for every crisis."
"This way, please," called the guide, and the boys hurried after him into the Statuary Hall.
While Tubby stood lost in contemplation before a statue of Daniel Webster, the guide led Andy quietly out of sight behind another marble figure.
"Now whisper a message to your friend," directed the guide softly.
"Hey, Tubby, how would you like to be the man on the pedestal?" whispered Andy, seeing that there was some joke in store for his fat chum.
Tubby whirled around quickly at the question, and looked vastly surprised not to find Andy at his elbow.
"Where are you?" he asked, bewildered.
Andy chuckled softly and, at a nod from the smiling guide, whispered, "This side of the Rio Grande!"
"Where is Andy, fellers?" questioned Tubby, looking at Rob and Merritt. "Honest, his voice sounded right in my ear!"