"Stubbs," said Hal, "I know what it's all about. If I ask you a question will you answer it?"
"Depends on the question," was the reply. "Let's hear it."
"Well, here it is, and I think it's the answer to the whole thing: Are you crazy?"
Stubbs gave a snort.
"Crazy!" he shouted. "No, I'm not crazy! Who says I'm crazy?"
"I do, Stubbs," declared Hal.
"And I agree with him," exclaimed Chester.
The little war correspondent became suddenly very angry. He stamped up and down the tent muttering to himself. Then he whirled on the lads.
"You make me tired!" he exclaimed. "Here I've gone and got myself in a
mess just to keep you two out of trouble and what thanks do I get for it?
You say I'm crazy! Why, you ought to bow down and thank me for doing what
I am doing. You both make me sick."
"Well, we're not going to do any bowing down to you, Stubbs," said Hal; "but there is one thing I'll promise you."