"Bien, bien," said the surgeon smiling. "Au revoir!"
And bowing pleasantly to the prisoners generally, the doctor left the cell.
"There," said Jack. "You may look upon that as settled, so comfort yourselves."
"He has gone to the governor?" asked Mole.
"Yes."
"Hurrah!"
"I hope it will go all right now," said Harry Girdwood, who was scarcely so cheerful as his companions.
"You wretched old wet blanket!" exclaimed Jack, gaily, "of course it will."
"Of course," added Mole.