“And that certainly is the worst pun it has ever been my misfortune to hear,” half sobbed the sailor. “One more like that would give me heart failure. Did you ever hear of the time I had heart failure in that baseball game with the Cleveland Nationals? Well, mates, it was——”
“We can’t stand one of them before breakfast, Wiley,” interrupted Dick. “It may prove too much for us. After breakfast we will endeavor to listen while you relate one of your harrowing experiences.”
“But this thing is burning in my bosom. I long to disgorge it.”
“You have to let it burn, I think. We should be on the move by this time.”
Thus Wiley was repressed and prevented from relating one of his marvelous yarns, not a little to his disgust.
CHAPTER XXII—AN ACT OF TREACHERY.
CHAPTER XXII.
AN ACT OF TREACHERY.
It was past midday. Guided by Wiley, who seemed to know the way well, the party had pushed on into the mountains and followed a course that led them over ragged slopes and steep declivities.