It only went to prove what Colonel
Bright had said. You were always glad afterwards. He was glad.
It was very dark as they walked slowly back to the entrance, the
boys still stalking them. Outside the gate, the Wolf hesitated.
As he looked, a small figure slipped from a shadow across the
light, whistled a peculiar bar of music, and sidled up.
"Didn't expect to meet you here, Excellency," said the Weasel.
"What are you doing here?"
"Been working at the ammunition plants," said the little spy.
"Wish you'd give me some money. I'm stone broke. Hello," as he
spied Asa. "Where did you pick this up?"
"I'm taking him to the house," said the Wolf.
"Better let me have him, Excellency. I'll drop him somewhere
where he will be out of the way.
"I'll take care of that," said the Wolf, snarling and sinking his
steel fingers in Asa's shoulder.
The Weasel looked at the man in disgust. "Well, let me have some
money, Excellency."
"What for?" demanded his master.
"I have worked hard all day. I want to have a little fun with
it. I have earned it.
"Not a cent!" rasped the Wolf. "I know you, drinking and
gaming--not a cent! For asking you shall go out and earn your
supper."
The Weasel whirled round at him.
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