“Is that a fact?” cried the ensign.
“Look ad here vonce!” called Carl.
He had picked up the slouch hat and the attached queue and placed them on his head.
“Great Cæsar!” muttered Glennie, reeling back against the wall. “How I’ve been fooled! And I never recognized the scoundrel in his chink make-up! Well, I guess I deserve all the bad luck that’s coming my way. I’ve been a dunderhead ever since the Seminole dropped me in La Guayra.”
“Whoosh!” exclaimed Carl disgustedly, pulling off the hat and pigtail and throwing them into the locker. “I don’d like der shmell oof der t’ings.” He dropped the locker lid and turned away. “Vat’s dis, hey?” he inquired, picking up the bomb.
CHAPTER XLI.
PUTTING TWO AND TWO TOGETHER.
“That,” said Bob, “is a bomb. While I lay on the floor, all but helpless, the disguised Jap set fire to the fuse and planted the bomb in the corner.”
Glennie stared aghast. Carl mumbled to himself, and very carefully returned the bomb to the place where he had found it.
“He vas a blackguard!” growled Carl, backing away from the bomb and shaking his fist at it. “Der sgoundrel vould haf plowed us py some smidereens. I don’d like Chaps any more as I do shinks.”