“Anything else I can do for you, Senator?” he asked.
“Not to-day, thank you, Mr. Secretary,” Rickrose answered.
“Do you actually intend to come down?” asked Macloud, when they were in the corridor. “That will be bully.”
He shot a look at Croyden. His face was a study. Hunting the Parmenter treasure, with the Chairman of the Naval Affairs Committee as a disinterested spectator, was rather startling, to say the least. The Senator’s reply reassured them.
“Impossible!” he said. “The campaign opens next week, and I’m drawn as a spell-binder in 147 the Pacific States. That figurehead was ruffling his feathers on you, just to show himself, so I thought I’d comb him down a bit. You’ll experience no difficulty, I fancy. If you do, wire me, and I’ll get busy. I’ve got to go over to the State Department now, so I’ll say good-bye—anything else you want let me know.”
“Next for a sporting goods shop,” said Macloud as they went down the steps into Pennsylvania Avenue; “for a supply of small arms and ammunition—and, incidentally, a couple of tents. We can get a few cooking utensils in Annapolis, but we will take our meals at Carvel Hall. I think neither of us is quite ready to turn cook.”
“I am sure, I’m content!” laughed Croyden. “We can hire a horse and buggy by the week, and keep them handy—better get a small tent for the horse, while we’re about it.”
They went to a shop on F Street, where they purchased three tents of suitable size, two Winchester rifles, and a pair of Colt’s military revolvers with six-and-a-half inch barrels, and the necessary ammunition. These they directed should be sent to Annapolis immediately. Cots and blankets could be procured there, with whatever else was necessary.
They were bound up F Street, toward the Electric Station, when Macloud broke out.
“If we had another man with us, your imprisonment idea would not be so difficult—we could bag our game much more easily, and guard them more 148 securely when we had them. As it is, it’s mighty puzzling to arrange.”