And could nothing avert their fate?
Their peril was extreme—greater even than that of the English lads and their faithful followers, Tinker and Bogey.
"This is a pretty go," said Harry Girdwood, dolefully, as he looked round him.
His tone was so grumpy, his look so glum, that Jack could not refrain from laughing.
"Grumbling old sinner," said he; "you're never satisfied."
"Well, I like that," said Harry. "You get us into a precious hobble through sheer wanton foolery, and then you expect me to like it."
"Now, don't get waxy," said Jack.
Tinker and Bogey did not understand the full extent of their danger.
They sat at the further end of the same chamber, grinning at their masters, and, if the truth be told, rather enjoying the dilemma which they were honoured by sharing with them.