Then luncheon was served.
In spite of the many interesting things which he had seen and to which
he had listened, Merriwell could not get his thoughts away from Barney
Mulloy. He had already obtained consent for the party to be taken on the
launch to Sea Cove and Glen Springs at once, after luncheon. Thinking of
these things and with his head full of the plans for discovering the
secret of the happenings at Glen Springs, he walked round the works
again, viewing the emplacements and the big guns, but with his thoughts
far enough away from the things on which his eyes rested.
Suddenly he was attracted by a cry. It seemed to come from the air, and
it made him think of the apparition and the ghostly footsteps. But when
he glanced up he saw Danny Griswold's head protruding from the muzzle of
a large coast-defense cannon. Merriwell was astonished, though such a
piece of recklessness was just like Danny. It was not that Frank feared
any peril to Danny from the gun, but the officers and gunners would be
indignant, no doubt, if they caught the little joker playing
hide-and-seek in that way with one of their pets.
"I'll give him a scare," he thought. "He is getting altogether too
fresh."
"Danny Griswold, that gun is loaded, and they are going to fire it!"
Merry cried, with well-simulated fear.
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