They had received a long lesson from old Jack and from the doctor too.
They were forbidden to mention certain matters, and although Hunston would wheedle and cross-examine with the skill of an Old Bailey lawyer, he quite failed to get any information from them.
"At any rate," exclaimed the patient, in utter despair, "you don't mind telling me whither we are bound."
"Oh, yes, I do," returned Joe Basalt, who was on duty for the time being.
"Why?"
"Can't tell."
"You don't think that Harkaway means to—"
"Mister Harkaway, if you please," interrupted Joe Basalt, surlily.
"Well then, Mr. Harkaway," said Hunston, impatiently.
"That's better."