"I am still searching for the provisions, major," returned Jimmieboy.
"The soldiers were so tired I hadn"t the heart to command them to get them for me, as you said, so I am as badly off as ever."
"I think you need a rest," said the major, gravely; "and while it is extremely important that the forces should be provided with all the canned goods necessary to prolong their lives, the health of the commanding officer is also a most precious consideration. As commander-in-chief why don"t you grant yourself a ten years" vacation on full pay, and at the end of that time return to the laborious work you have undertaken, refreshed?"
"But what becomes of the war?" asked Jimmieboy. "If I go off, there won"t be any war."
"No, but what of it?" replied the major. "That"ll spite the enemy just as much as it will our side; and maybe he"ll get so tired waiting for us to begin that he"ll lie down and die or else give himself up."
"Well, I don"t know what to do," said Jimmieboy, very much perplexed.
"What would you do?" he continued, addressing the sprite.
"I"d hire some one else to take my place if I were you, and let him do the fighting and provisioning until you are all ready," said the sprite.
"Yes, but whom can I hire?" asked the boy.
"The Giant Fortyforefoot," returned the sprite. "He"d be just the man.
He"s a great warrior in the first place and a great magician in the second. He can do the most wonderful tricks you ever saw in all your life. For instance,
"He"ll take two ordinary b.a.l.l.s, He"ll toss "em to the sky, And each when to the earth it falls Will be a satin tie.
He"ll take a tricycle in hand, He"ll give the thing a heave, He"ll mutter some queer sentence, and "Twill go right up his sleeve.
He"ll ask you what your name may be, And if you answer "Jim!"
He"ll turn a handspring--one, two, three!
Your name will then be Tim.
He"ll take a fifty-dollar bill, He"ll tie it to a chain, He"ll cry out "Presto!" and you will Not see your bill again."
"I"d like to see him," said Jimmieboy. "But I can"t say I want to be eaten up, you know, and I"d like to have you tell me before we go how you are going to prevent his eating me."
"Very proper," said Major Blueface. "You suffer under the great disadvantage of being a very toothsome, tender morsel, and in all probability Fortyforefoot would order you stewed in cream or made over into a tart. My!" added the major, smacking his lips so suggestively that Jimmieboy drew away from him, slightly alarmed. "Why, it makes my mouth water to think of a pudding made of you, with a touch of cinnamon and a dash of maple syrup, and a shake of sawdust and a hard sauce.
Tlah!"
This last word of the major"s was a sort of ecstatic cluck such as boys often make after having tasted something they are particularly fond of.
"What"s the use of scaring the boy, Blueface?" said the sprite, angrily, as he noted Jimmieboy"s alarm. "I won"t have anymore of that. You can be as brave and terrible as you please in the presence of your enemies, but in the presence of my friends you"ve got to behave yourself."
The major laughed heartily.
"Jimmieboy afraid of me?" he said. "Nonsense! Why, he could rout me with a frown. His little finger could, unaided, put me to flight if it felt so disposed. I was complimenting him--not trying to frighten him.
"When I went into ecstasies O"er pudding made of him, "Twas just because I wished to please The honorable Jim; And now, in spite of your rebuff, The statement I repeat: I think he"s really good enough For any one to eat."
"Well, that"s different," said the sprite, accepting the major"s statement. "I quite agree with you there; but when you go clucking around here like a hen who has just tasted the sweetest grain of corn she ever had, or like a boy after eating a plate of ice-cream, you"re just a bit terrifying--particularly to the appetizing morsel that has given rise to those clucks. It"s enough to make the stoutest heart quail."
"Nonsense!" retorted the major, with a wink at Jimmieboy. "Neither my manner nor the manner of any other being could make a stout hart quail, because stout harts are deer and quails are birds!"
This more or less feeble joke served to put the three travelers in good humor again. Jimmieboy smiled over it; the sprite snickered, and the major threw himself down on the gra.s.s in a perfect paroxysm of laughter.
When he had finished he got up again and said:
"Well, what are we going to do about it? I propose we attack Fortyforefoot unawares and tie his hands behind his back. Then Jimmieboy will be safe."
"You are a wonderfully wise person," retorted the sprite. "How on earth is Fortyforefoot to show his tricks if we tie his hands?"
"By means of his tricks," returned the major. "If he is any kind of a magician he"ll get his hands free in less than a minute."
"Then why tie them at all?" asked the sprite. "I"m not good at conundrums," said the major. "Why?"
"I"m sure I don"t know," returned the sprite, impatiently.
"Then why waste time asking riddles to which you don"t know the answer?"
roared the major. "You"ll have me mad in a minute, and when I"m mad woe be unto him which I"m angry at."
"Don"t quarrel," said Jimmieboy, stepping between his two friends, with whom it seemed to be impossible to keep peace for any length of time.
"If you quarrel I shall leave you both and go back to my company."
"Very well," returned the major. "I accept the sprite"s apology. But he mustn"t do it again. Now as you have chosen to reject my plan of attacking Fortyforefoot and tying his hands, suppose you suggest something better, Mr. Sprite."
"I think the safe thing would be for Jimmieboy to wear this invisible coat of mine when in the giant"s presence. If Fortyforefoot can"t see him he is safe," said the sprite.
"I don"t see any invisible coat anywhere," said the major. "Where is it?"
"n.o.body can see it, of course," said the sprite, scornfully. "Do you know what invisible means?"
"Yes, I do," retorted the major. "I only pretended I didn"t so that I could make you ask the question, which enables me to say that something invisible is something you can"t see, like your jokes."
"I can make a better joke than you can with my hands tied behind my back," snapped the sprite.
"I can"t make jokes with your hands tied behind your back, but I can make one with my own hands tied behind my back that Jimmieboy here can see with his eyes shut," said the major, scornfully.
"What is it? I like jokes," said Jimmieboy.
"Why--er--let me see; why--er--when is a sunbeam sharp?" asked the major, who did not expect to be taken up so quickly.
"I don"t know; when?" asked Jimmieboy.
"When it"s a ray, sir. See? Ray, sir--razor. Ha! ha! Pretty good, eh?"
laughed the major.
"Bad as can be," said the sprite, his nose turned up until it interfered with his eyesight. "Now hear mine, Jimmieboy. When is a joke not a joke?"
"Haven"t the slightest idea," observed Jimmieboy, after scratching his head and trying to think for a minute or two.
"When it"s one of the major"s," roared the sprite, whereat the woods rang with his laughter.
The major first turned pale and then grew red in the face.
"That settles it," he said, throwing off his coat. "That is a deadly insult, and there is now no possible way to avoid a duel."