"We shall see," said Sanders.
It was not until after dinner that night that the girl had recovered sufficiently to discuss her exciting morning.
"I think you were an awful brute," she addressed her unabashed brother. "You were standing in the wood listening to and seeing everything, and never came till the last minute."
"It was my fault," interrupted Sanders. "I wanted to see how far the gentle Bucongo would go."
"Dooced thoughtless," murmured Bones under his breath, but audible.
She looked at him long and earnestly then turned again to her brother.
"There is one thing I want to know," she said. "What was Bones saying when he talked to that horrible man? Do you know that Bones was scowling at me as though I was ... I hardly know how to express it. Was he saying nice things?"
Hamilton looked up at the awning, and cleared his throat.
"Play the game, dear old sir and brother-officer," croaked Bones.