“Now, will you tell me what this means?” demanded Dan.
“That’s what I was trying to find out. We haven’t done anything.”
They had reached their quarters when, all at once, Dan uttered an exclamation.
“What is it?” demanded Sam.
“Look at yourself.”
“What’s wrong with me?” growled the freckle-faced boy.
“Take off your jacket and you’ll see.”
“You had better take off your own while you are about it,” replied Sam, opening his eyes wide as he gazed at his companion.
With one accord they stripped off their jackets, uttering exclamations of anger as they did so.
The backs of the jackets were streaked with bright red until they resembled the bars of the American Flag, which they no doubt had been intended by the perpetrator of the outrage to represent.