" He whistled again, and
the head-waiter coughed in a bewildered reply. "That's queer. Nothing
was said about coughing."
"Hello!" called the head-waiter. "Is it you, sir?"
Joe Dauntless's cousin held his lantern on high and finally discovered
the waiter near the pile of cordwood, ready to run at a moment's
notice.
"Who are you?" demanded Mr. Carpenter.
"Gustave. But you ain't the man."
"I ain't, eh? Didn't you whistle a minute ago?"
"I ain't supposed to. I cough. Say, do you know if a wedding has taken
place here? I am a witness."
"Oh, I see. He said he'd bring one. Are you alone?"
"I don't know. It feels like a crowd every time I cough. Are you the
preacher?"
"No, I'm the bridegroom's cousin. We've got to get in through a
window. I couldn't find my key. Would you mind giving me a leg?"
"A leg? Nothing was said about legs," said the waiter, moving away.
Carpenter laughed.
"I mean a boost up to the window."
"Oh! Sure."
"There's one in the rear I can smash. We'll get inside and light up. I
can open the door from that side, too. Come on--follow me." They
turned the corner and followed the path so lately taken by Windomshire
and Anne.
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