The French captain flushed. He drew himself up, seemed about to make an
angry reply; then cooled down and said:
"I'm sorry."
With that he walked away.
"Look here, Chester," said Hal, "you know that I wouldn't have left
you behind for anything if I had only thought of it. But in the
excitement and--"
"That's it," said Chester. "There was too much excitement and you were
having it all. I get buried down in a cellar with five men and sit there
in the dark till the fun's all over. Then you don't even take the trouble
to tell me it's time to go home. I don't like it."
"Great Scott! You're not mad, are you, Chester?"
"Mad? Sure I'm mad. Next time you get in a hole I'm going to walk away
and leave you there."
Hal smiled.
"Oh, I guess not," he returned.
"You do, eh? Well, you try it and see what happens."
"Come, now, Chester, you know how this thing happened," said Hal. "We
didn't do it purposely."
Chester seemed about to make an angry retort; but a moment later a smile
broke over his face and he extended a hand to his chum.
"I know you didn't," he replied, "but can't a fellow have a little fun?"
Hal took the hand as he exclaimed:
"You've offended Captain Leroux.
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