"It was too interesting," he answered, "and I can
sleep to-night. But I'm glad it's here with no one killed and not a
drop spilled."
Advancing leaning heavily on his cane, the military man had hurried
forward, his face radiant.
"Welcome, my boy, and congratulations. But for goodness' sake
hurry," he began hastily.
Ned smiled again. "I think we had better not hurry this," and he
pointed to the truck load. "That's the reason I'm late. I walked
the horses from the Union Depot. You see we can't afford to spill
our supplies. It was too hard to make and cost too much."
In another moment the truck was abreast of the open car door.
"Back her up," exclaimed Ned giving a hand himself to the tongue of
the truck. Then, as the top of the truck came up flush with the car
door and floor he sprang lightly on the truck and motioned the men
to do likewise. For a moment they hesitated, but being reassured,
Ned and Alan and the truck men lined up on either side of the big
case. Slowly and carefully, with a brawny truck man on each side to
help the less stoutly muscled lads, the case slid forward and with a
"yeo-ho" or two from Ned it was soon in the car.
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