CHAPTER XI.
JACK AND HIS FRIEND GASTONG.
Lieutenant Gordon sprang to his feet when he saw the boys emerging from the jungle, and stood waiting, his hand on the porch door, while they entered.
“You’ve given me a good scare,” he said.
“There’s been a scare comin’ to everybody to-day,” grinned Jimmie, “even to the dagoes in the bomb chamber.”
“The bomb chamber,” repeated the lieutenant. “What have you youngsters been up to? Where did you find a bomb room?”
“Back here in the cellar of a ruined temple,” Jimmie started to explain, but the lieutenant stopped him.
“Suppose we begin at the beginning,” he suggested.