But even at this last moment, when our general thought he had arranged everything, and as he was about to issue his orders once more to Colonel Currier, there came a hitch.
"Well, say, look here. What are we goin' to do with these damsels when we get 'em?"
It was still Mason, the unconvinced, who spoke.
"Don't be such a jay! We'll send 'em home, of course!"
"Where do they live?"
Peter fairly danced with rage.
"How do I know where they live? We can ask 'em, can't we?"
"I s'pose we can. But how are you goin' to get their chains off? You said they were chained to the rock."
The general had to assume more responsibility for himself.