"
"Read them off," he called, "and then get your angle with the Syx
works."
"All right," I replied, doing as he had requested, and noticing at the
same time that he was in the act of putting his watch in his
pocket. "Is there anything else?" I asked.
"No, that will do, thank you."
Hall came running over, his face beaming, and with the air of a man
who has just hooked a particularly cunning old trout.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "this has been a great success! I could almost
dispense with the calculation, but it is best to be sure."
"What are you about, anyhow?" I asked, "and what was it that happened
to the kite?"
"Don't interrupt me just now, please," was the only reply I received.
Thereupon my friend sat down on a rock, pulled out a pad of paper,
noted the angles which I had read on the transit, and fell to figuring
with feverish haste. In the course of his work he consulted a pocket
almanac, then glanced up at the sky, muttered approvingly, and finally
leaped to his feet with a half-suppressed "Hurrah!" If I had not known
him so well I should have thought that he had gone daft.
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