The lieutenant looked at Jed and then at the workman. The latter shook his head.
"Don"t ask me, sir," he said. "That"s the way he"s been actin"
ever since I struck here. Either he"s batty or else he"s pretendin" to be, one or the other. Look here, Rube!" he roared at the top of his lungs, "can the cheap talk and answer the lieutenant"s questions or you"ll get into trouble. D"ye hear?"
Jed looked up at him. "I"m pretty nigh sure I should hear if you whispered a little louder," he said, gently.
The young officer drew himself up. "That"s enough of this," he ordered. "A plan has been lost here on this reservation, a valuable plan, a drawing of--well, a drawing that has to do with the laying out of this camp and which might be of value to the enemy if he could get it. It was on my table in the office less than an hour ago. Now it is missing. What we are asking you is whether or not you have seen anything of it. Have you?"
Jed shook his head. "I don"t think I have," he replied.
"You don"t think? Don"t you know? What is the matter with you?
Is it impossible for you to answer yes or no to a question?"
"Um--why, yes, I cal"late "tis--to some questions."
"Well, by George! You"re fresh enough."
"Now--now, if you please, I wasn"t intendin" to be fresh. I just--"
"Well, you are. Who is this fellow? How does he happen to be here? Does any one know?"
Jed"s first interrogator, the big workman, being the only one present beside the speaker and the object of the question, took it upon himself to answer.
"I don"t know who he is," he said. "And he won"t tell why he"s here. Looks mighty suspicious to me. Shouldn"t wonder if he was a German spy. They"re all around everywheres, so the papers say."
This speech had a curious effect. The stoop in the Winslow shoulders disappeared. Jed"s tall form straightened. When he spoke it was in a tone even more quiet and deliberate than usual, but there could be no shadow of a doubt that he meant what he said.
"Excuse me, Mister," he drawled, "but there"s one or two names that just now I can"t allow anybody to call me. "German" is one and "spy" is another. And you put "em both together. I guess likely you was only foolin", wasn"t you?"
The workman looked surprised. Then he laughed. "Shall I call a guard, sir?" he asked, addressing the lieutenant. "Better have him searched, I should say. Nine chances to one he"s got the plan in his pocket."
The officer--he was very young--hesitated. Jed, who had not taken his eyes from the face of the man who had called him a German spy, spoke again.
"You haven"t answered me yet," he drawled. "You was only foolin"
when you said that, wasn"t you?"
The lieutenant, who may have felt that he had suddenly become a negligible factor in the situation, essayed to take command of it.
"Shut up," he ordered, addressing Winslow. Then to the other, "Yes, call a guard. We"ll see if we can"t get a straight answer from this fellow. Hurry up."
The workman turned to obey. But, to his surprise, his path was blocked by Jed, who quietly stepped in front of him.
"I guess likely, if you wasn"t foolin", you"d better take back what you called me," said Jed.
They looked at each other. The workman was tall and strong, but Jed, now that he was standing erect, was a little taller. His hands, which hung at his sides, were big and his arms long. And in his mild blue eye there was a look of unshakable determination.
The workman saw that look and stood still.
"Hurry up!" repeated the lieutenant.
Just how the situation might have ended is uncertain. How it did end was in an unexpected manner. From the rear of the trio, from the top of the sandy ridge separating the beach from the meadow, a new voice made itself heard.
"Well, Rayburn, what"s the trouble?" it asked.
The lieutenant turned briskly, so, too, did Mr. Winslow and his vis-a-vis. Standing at the top of the ridge was another officer.
He was standing there looking down upon them and, although he was not smiling, Jed somehow conceived the idea that he was much amused about something. Now he descended the ridge and walked toward the group by the fire.
"Well, Rayburn, what is it?" he asked again.
The lieutenant saluted.
"Why--why, Major Grover," he stammered, "we--that is I found this man here on the Government property and--and he won"t explain what he"s doing here. I--I asked him if he had seen anything of the plan and he won"t answer. I was just going to put him under arrest as--as a suspicious person when you came."
Major Grover turned and inspected Jed, and Jed, for his part, inspected the major. He saw a well set-up man of perhaps thirty- five, dark-haired, brown-eyed and with a closely clipped mustache above a pleasant mouth and a firm chin. The inspection lasted a minute or more. Then the major said:
"So you"re a suspicious character, are you?"
Jed"s hand moved across his chin in the gesture habitual with him.
"I never knew it afore," he drawled. "A suspicious character is an important one, ain"t it? I--er--I"m flattered."
"Humph! Well, you realize it now, I suppose?"
"Cal"late I"ll have to, long"s your--er--chummie there says it"s so."
The expression of horror upon Lieutenant Rayburn"s face at hearing himself referred to as "chummie" to his superior officer was worth seeing.
"Oh, I say, sir!" he explained. The major paid no attention.
"What were you and this man," indicating the big carpenter, "bristling up to each other for?" he inquired.
"Well, this guy he--" began the workman. Major Grover motioned him to be quiet.
"I asked the other fellow," he said. Jed rubbed his chin once more.
"He said I was a German spy," he replied.
"Are you?"
"No." The answer was prompt enough and emphatic enough. Major Grover tugged at the corner of his mustache.
"Well, I--I admit you don"t look it," he observed, dryly. "What"s your name and who are you?"
Jed told his name, his place of residence and his business.
"Is there any one about here who knows you, who could prove you were who you say you are?"
Mr. Winslow considered. "Ye-es," he drawled. "Ye-es, I guess so.
"Thoph Mullett and "Bial Hardy and Georgie T. Nickerson and Squealer Wixon, they"re all carpenterin" over here and they"re from Orham and know me. Then there"s Bluey Batcheldor and Emulous Baker and "Gawpy"--I mean Freddie G.--and--"