"A jolly interesting experience, I call it!" exclaimed Don.
"Altogether too much so," grunted Chase, laconically.
"Suppose we return by a different route," said the art student.
They started along a wide carriage road which led between broad, level lawns dotted here and there with groups of statuary.
Before descending the slope on the opposite side of the hill, the three, with a common impulse, halted to take a last look at the ancestral home of the De Morancourts looming up against the moonlit sky.
"Maybe I wouldn't give a whole lot to know who was the second bumper into that chair!" declared Don.
"Not any more than the rest of us," said Dunstan dryly. "But there's no earthly chance of our ever knowing."
"Of course not," snapped Chase. "Just add it to the list of things one might as well forget."
It was very delightful out there in the midst of the big park, with the moon and stars shining so brightly overhead and beautiful vistas here and there opening out before their eyes, and even the desultory reports of the guns and the occasional sight of star-shells rising heavenward contributed a peculiar sort of charm to the situation. The ambulanciers, busily conversing, lingered longer than they had intended.
Suddenly, Don Hale, breaking off in the middle of a sentence, blurted out loudly: