"At least,
not until you have talked with Mr. Benson and Mr. Hastings. You'll wait
until morning, sir?"
"I'm afraid I shall have to, if I want to talk with your friends," replied
the lieutenant commander, smiling coldly. "And now, Mr. Somers, you and I
had better leave here. The doctor and his nurse will want the room cleared
in order to look after their patients. I hope your friends will be all
right in the morning," added the naval officer, as the pair gained the
deck.
"Now, see here, sir," began Eph, earnestly, all over again. "I hope you'll
soon begin to understand that, whatever has happened, there are no two
straighter boys alive than Jack Benson and Hal Hastings."
"I trust you're right," replied Mr. Mayhew, less coldly. "Yet, what can
you expect me to think, now that Benson has been in such scrapes three
different times? And, in this last instance, he drags even the quiet Mr.
Hastings into the affair with him."
"I see that I'll have to wait, sir," sighed Eph, resignedly.
"Yes; it will be better in every way to wait," agreed the lieutenant
commander. "It is plain justice, at the least, to wait and give the young
men a chance to offer any defense that they can.
Pages:
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188