“You are not very communicative, are you?” demanded Hardy, stopping suddenly.
“Not very,” replied Jack, stopping also. “But come along. The king desires your presence immediately.”
“Seems to me I have heard your voice before,” said Hardy, resuming his walk. “You are not the officer who took me to the hospital, are you?”
“No,” said Jack.
“Then where have we met before?”
“Your imagination is running away with you,” said Jack.
“No, I know your voice. Hold on, while I get a look at you,” and he took Jack by the arm.
The boy freed his arm with a wrench.
“None of that,” he said, in his natural voice. “You come with me, or I’ll put a hole through you.”
Hardy stopped suddenly.