"Well, after he got through with them, he took out his money just the same and made a note on the paper," answered Alfred.
"That does look very strange," replied Ralph. "He will bear watching."
"Suppose we follow him and see what he has to sell?" suggested Alfred.
As they neared him the peddler had reached a group of assistants and threw off the pack, displaying a collection of wares, such as needles, pins, handkerchiefs, and like articles of utility likely to be used by soldiers and officers.
"That looks innocent enough," observed Ralph.
A sale was made, the change passed over, and the inevitable paper package drawn out, followed by a pencil, which was used, apparently, to note the amount of the sale.
He was followed to the space where the artillery was parked.
"That fellow may be all right, but he looks queer to me," said Ralph. "Suppose we count the number of guns here and their calibre."
Alfred paused, and looked at Ralph with a cynical grin. "What for? Do you think he will carry any of them away?" he asked.
"Never mind; let's count them," answered Ralph.