“How are you, old fellow?” he said to Macloud, dropping a hand on his shoulder. “I haven’t seen you for a long time—and, Mr. Croyden, I think I have met you in Northumberland. I’m glad, indeed, to see you both.” He touched a bell. “Take the orders!” he said, to the boy.
“Senator!” said Macloud, a little later, when they had finished luncheon. “I want to ask a slight favor—not political however—so it won’t have to be endorsed by the organization.”
The Senator laughed. “In that event, it is granted before you ask. What is it I can do?”
“Have the Secretary of the Navy issue us a permit to camp on Greenberry Point.”
“Where the devil is Greenberry Point?” said Rickrose.
“Across the Severn River from Annapolis.”
Rickrose turned in his chair and glanced over the dining-room. Then he raised his hand to the head waiter.
“Has the Secretary of the Navy had luncheon?” he asked.
“Yes, sir—before you came in.”