"I am afraid you won't have much success," he replied. "It's a poor Englishman who can't stand a little cold water."
"Maybe he won't like hot water, though, sir," replied Frank.
Again Lord Hastings looked surprised.
"Oho," he said at length. "Now I see what you are about. Going to scald him a little, eh?"
"That's the idea, sir. I have the engineer's word that this hose will throw a pretty strong stream. Once it hits Davis he'll be glad to come out."
"All right," said Lord Hastings. "Turn it on."
Still standing out of the line of fire, Frank, taking the hose well back from the nozzle, thrust it through the door and turned it on.
A thin vapor rose and the hose grew hot to Frank's touch.
"Pretty hot," said Lord Hastings. "Now if you can just locate him with it, you——"
A cry of pain interrupted him and there was the sound of hurried footsteps within.