"How could you work me in?" Billy demanded. "I couldn't do any newspaper
stunt."
"How about taking pictures to illustrate my articles?"
"Great! I can shoot a Kodak like anything. Then it's all settled that we
go together?"
"Suppose there isn't any war?" Merry persisted in throwing cold water
upon their plans.
Both boys looked gloomily at each other. Then Billy had an inspiration.
"If there isn't," he declared with decision, "then Phil and I will dash
over there and stir one up. We could make faces at them or do something
and get one started. That's the idea, isn't it, Phil?"
"You make me tired!" Philip retorted. "This is too serious a matter to
joke about."
As the older boy moved away disgustedly Billy again whispered to Merry.
"Phil is just as bad as you," he said disconsolately. "He doesn't know
seriousness when he sees it. Come on! Take a chance and be a sport!"
The boy's persistency was the only jarring note in the whole experience,
and the extent of that was too limited to produce lasting effect. The
picnickers watched the sun set and the moon rise, then, filled with the
calm delights which Nature so generously shared with them, and
over-satiated with the creature comforts supplied by their hostess, they
re-embarked in the launch and returned to Sagamore Hall. To their
surprise, as they walked across the great lawn to the house, they saw
some one coming down to meet them.
"Mr. Huntington has returned!" Marian cried, and she hastened toward him
in advance of the others.
"Why, Harry!" she exclaimed surprised to discover that it was her
husband. "How did you manage to get back to-night? I'm so glad to see
you!"
Cosden hurried forward, sensing important revelations in Thatcher's
return. The new-comer grasped his hand cordially, and his face even in
the moonlight showed a relief from the long strain.
"With your help, old man, I've pulled through," he whispered later. "The
stock-markets of the world are closed indefinitely. Germany and England
are straining to jump at each other's throats. The history of the world
starts revision from to-day, and now I'm going to stay down here for a
while and let other people worry!"
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XXXVII
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