t quite an armory here," said Harry Girdwood. "It's a
pity we haven't got some fighting to do to use them."

"I mean to make the place into a kind of fortress," said Jack. "Here,
Bogey."

"What you after, Massa Jack?" asked the nigger, appearing instantly.

"Go and take charge of the gate, and don't let anyone pass in or out
without my order."

"Right you are, massa; me keep him safe as a sentrybox," answered the
darkey.

And he started off to take up the post assigned to him.

Jack next summoned Tinker.

"Serve us up our dinner here under the trees," said Jack; "and be quick
about it, you rascal, or----"

"Understand puffeckly, massa," responded the black. "To hear yer is to
obey yer, as dese Turkeys say. Yah, yah."

It was very pleasant to sit down to their repast under the refreshing
shade of the trees.

Of course Mr. Mole and the orphan, as well as Thyra, the waiter and the
diver, were summoned and came at this juncture.

The orphan and Mole appeared arm-in-arm.

Mr. Mole had a black bottle in one hand and a tall glass in the other.

He looked very jolly, whilst the orphan appeared rather melancholy, for
his flute had got slightly cracked.

"Have a drop to raise your spirits," said the schoolmaster, filling him
a brimmer, and fairly forcing it into his hand.

The orphan could not refuse so pressing an invitation.

He drained the glass, and as it came upon the top of several more, its
effect upon him was not inconsiderable.

Intending to walk straight to the table, he walked, instead, extremely
"slantindicular," till lurching up against the fountain as he passed
it, he stumbled over its ledge, and fell with a splash into the middle
of its basin.

Mr. Mole, with the best intentions in the world, rushed to his
companion's rescue.

Before Mole could reach the orphan, his patent legs being still
uncontrollable, and his head unsteady also, he fell backwards, smashing
his wine bottle on the stones of the courtyard.

The scene was certainly ludicrous, and elicited much laughter from the
spectators.

They, however, helped the orphan out of his accidental and very
unwelcome bath, which, though it had drenched him, had also sobered
him.

Mole was also assisted to re-assume an erect posture, and in a short
time, both of them were sufficiently recovered to take their places at
the table.

Mole and Figgins seemed somewhat struck by the warlike appearance of
the place.

"What are you going to do w