"Wounded to-day, weren't you?" he asked.
"A trifle," returned Chester.
"Any fever?" asked Stubbs.
"No," said Hal. "Why?"
"Why? He's dreaming things. What's this conspiracy he's talking about?"
Chester sat up in his cot.
"You don't mean to tell me you don't remember what you told us about it?"
he demanded.
Stubbs tapped his head with a significant gesture and nodded to Hal.
"Did you have a surgeon look at him?" he asked.
"Look here, Stubbs--" began Chester angrily.
"Here, here," interposed Hal. "You lie down there, Chester. I'll talk to
our friend here."
At this Mr. Stubbs moved toward the outside.
"I've got to be going now," he announced.
"Well, you're not going to go until you tell me what all this foolishness
is about," declared Hal.
"Foolishness?"
"Yes, foolishness. You can't deny, can you, that you told us the other
night you had unearthed a conspiracy of some kind?"
"I can," said Stubbs, "but I won't. It's my belief that there is
something wrong with both of you. What would I know about a conspiracy?"
"That's what I would like to know," returned Chester, from his cot.
"If you won't tell us, I've a notion to tell General Petain what
you told us.
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