"Well, go on!" demanded Beany. "What did you say to that?"
"I remembered what you said," smiled Asa, "and I just said, "Oh, yes.""
Beany, in spite of his anxiety, howled until he fell off the bench.
"What did he say!" he asked as soon as he could speak.
"Why, he laughed too," said Asa, with a puzzled look, and he said, "Such wisdom in one so young!" Then I came out. Darned if I didn"t think part of the time he was kiddin" me!"
"Well, I got to find Porky and go on guard at the Administration Building!" said Beany. "Where you going?"
"Over to the clubhouse," said Asa. "I wonder who he looks like when he smiles."
"Well, for cat"s sake," cried Beany, "forget it; lose it; shake it! What do you care who he smiles like? Gee--" He turned and walked rapidly away. He had nearly reached the Administration Building when he heard Asa calling his name. Beany turned and waited while the other pounded up.
"I remembered," he said in a relieved tone. "Gee, for a while I couldn"t think but now I can! He smiles just like our collie when he"s goin" to bite the mailman. That"s just who he smiles like!" He waved a hand and turned away, and commenced to retrace his steps.
Beany stood looking after him.
"Gosh!" he said feebly.
"Why Gosh, young man!" said a deep voice.
Beany whirled and saluted the Colonel.
"It"s that Asa, sir," he said and proceeded to give an account of the past few hours.
"Where is your brother?" he asked when they had talked things over awhile.
"Coming right now," said Beany.
The Colonel glanced up. "Sure enough, here he is," he said.
"Who is with him? Is that the boy you have been telling me about?"
"Yes, sir, that"s Asa," laughed Beany.
"You boys come into my office," said the Colonel. He led the way, spoke to the orderly, and closed the door.
"Now, boys," he said, "you are such little daredevils that you are not going to like the plan we have made at all. I have consulted with the police, and with Colonel Handler, and now I want to take you into our confidence. All the credit for discovering this particular group of spies belongs to you. We do not want to get you into any unnecessary harm, however, and it is wisest to have you keep entirely out of it. That seems poor pay, doesn"t it, when you have done such good work? However, right is right, and you want to be good soldiers and take orders as such.
We are going to raid the house where we know the gang will soon meet. We have located the place, and the men. The fellow you gave such a start last night, Beany, will not trouble us again.
He never came out of that fit."
"My gosh!" said Beany. It gave him a queer feeling.
"No," said the Colonel, "he is done for. Now, boys, take a day off. Go home and see your mothers."
He played with the pen on his desk for a moment.
"Boys, I am going to tell you something. I am fifty-eight years old and I don"t want you to forget what I tell you. Whatever you do, whatever gain, wherever you go, remember one thing. Don"t neglect your mothers. No true man will. As long as you live, or as long as your mothers live, you will seem just little boys to them. They never think that you grow up. When you were little shavers, your mothers did for you more than any one else in the world would do. They did things that a father would do about once. Then he would be ready to give up his job. But your mothers went right on day after day, year after year, doing hard, thankless, disagreeable things. I bet you get this preached to you a lot, boys, but I want to say it to you, too. If you are away from them, write a letter, a real letter once each week. It is not much to do. Do it, boys! And don"t forget the kisses.
If you kiss your mother every time you come into the house or leave it, you will still have all you want for your sweethearts when you get "em. Begin to-night when you go home. Will you?"
"Yes, sir," promised the Potter twins huskily.
No word came from Asa. The Colonel looked at him. "And you?" he said.
Asa swallowed convulsively. A tear glistened on the tip of his pale, thin nose. He nodded violently; then the words came.
"Oh, yes!" he said.
CHAPTER VII
HOME AGAIN
After all it was a sort of lark to be off duty and go b.u.mming around the fairgrounds without a single thing to worry about except where the formula was. Certainly if the Wolf had it, it had gone off for a little airing, because as the boys came out of the Colonel"s office they saw Captain DuCha.s.sis being driven out of the fairgrounds in an automobile. They could scarcely give chase, and they had been left out of the raid that was planned.
So there was nothing for them to do but chase around and see things, and the sun was setting when the boys turned into the walk leading under the double row of fir trees, up to their house. Home, not seen for four days, looked good to the Potter twins. The dining room was lighted, and their father sat reading the evening paper. Mrs. Potter was "dishin" up." She made swift journeys to the kitchen, and returned each time with both hands full of steaming dishes. The boys took a look, and made a dash for the door.
The Colonel had talked wisely and well. Porky attacked his father from the rear, and strangled him in a bear"s hug, knocking off his gla.s.ses.
Beany had his mother round the neck too, but not so roughly.
He kissed her hurriedly on the ear and then on the check and lips. Then he released her as Porky came bolting around the table. Mr. Potter, grinning with happiness, was feeling on the floor for his gla.s.ses; Mrs. Potter"s eyes bright with joy.
"Why, how you do take on! Dear me suz!"
"Gee, but it"s good to get home!" said the twins together. Porky went back and sat on the arm of his father"s chair. Beany followed his mother into the kitchen. She had hurried out to wipe her eyes.
"Didn"t think we"d be home, did you, mom?" asked Beany, pretending to look in the sugar bowl.
"I kind of plotted on it," said Mrs. Potter. "I felt like it was a good thing to be on the safe side." She opened a tin box, and drew forth a cake, a glorious large, dark, chocolate layer cake.
"Well, what"s the news?" asked Porky presently at the table helping himself to more fried chicken and potatoes and parsnips and honey.
"Yes, what has happened?" echoed Beany, taking a portion of the chicken and potatoes, and parsnips, and adding mustard pickle, and preserved watermelon rind and jam. "Must be something has happened."
"Yes," said Pop Potter, smiling. "You bin away all of four days.
Long enough for everybody round here to breathe easy for once!"
"Well, things does happen!" said Mrs. Potter. "I saw the Land boy the other day, and if he ain"t drafted!"
"Yes, and what think she says?" Pop Potter exclaimed. "She says, "So you"re drafted? Well, well, ain"t you sorry just for your own face, that you didn"t enlist?""
"Well, I so felt!" Mom Potter defended herself. "Dear me, suz, if you boys had to be drug--well, I dunno what I"d do!"