The captain put his hands behind his back and stalked off, leaving the two lads looking at each other.
“That’s nice,” said Murray, in a whisper.
“Lovely!” whispered back Roberts.
“And this isn’t the worst of it,” said Murray softly; “here comes Anderson.”
“Oh, I do feel so bad!” muttered Roberts. “I’ll tell him so.”
“Well, young gentlemen,” said the lieutenant, coming up, “I hope the captain has taken you both well to task.”
“Yes, sir, he has,” said Murray, with a drily comical look upon his countenance. “I’m sure if you had heard him you wouldn’t think it necessary to say another word.”
The lieutenant gave the lad a severe look, frowning hard, and he was evidently about to say something sharp, but after being silent for a few moments his face relaxed and he smiled pleasantly.
“Well,” he said, turning again to Murray, “I will take it for granted that you have both had a thoroughly good talking to, and I will say no more.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Murray, with a sigh of relief.