"Yes, sir."
"Very well—blow the cease fire."
This was sounded, and the general ran up to the butts. There he found the zealous Tamson "pasting up."
"Show me the last two shots on number one target," ordered the general.
"Here they are, sir," replied the cool and resourceful rascal.
"Umph! Not much of a bullet went in there."
"Oh yes, sir, that's right enough. I saw them spit on."
[pg 155] "Well, lend me your pencil for a minute, my lad."
Out came Tamson's pencil, which he handed to the general.
"Now, look here, young man—I fired the last two shots at number one target, but I fired them in the air. They went miles from here—somewhere in the sky."