The Centaurians
CHAPTER III.
I thought of Saxe. and his strange instrument, continually wondering what it was intended for, while my fingers twitched to handle it. The old glamour of Saxe.'s companionship was upon me, again was I ambitious, dauntless, scorning difficulties, confident I could accomplish what he, with all his superior knowledge, had failed to do—perfect and set in motion the machinery that he had nearly wasted his entire life upon.
Anxious to test my ability, positive of success, I lost no time in presenting myself to Saxe. early the next day.
He was hurried when admitting me and speeded down the hall, bidding me to follow.
"Frogs saute," he explained, "and Saunders and Sheldon are here—know 'em?"
"Met Sheldon some time ago and Saunders last night," I reminded him.
"So you did, so you did!" he agreed. "Well, you won't disturb them; they're at it, as usual."
The two gentlemen were seated at a table engrossed with a chart between them and deep in discussion or, more correctly speaking, quarreling. They nodded impatiently as I entered and paid no attention whatever as I seated myself and tried to take a hand in the argument. I moved the chart to suit my convenience and then the gentlemen quit quarreling with each other to take sides against
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