“That will do, young gentlemen,” said Captain Murray sternly. “I should have thought you could have cooled down now. Now, Mr Forbes, will you give me your word that you will behave to your fellow-prisoner like a gentleman, and save me the unpleasant duty of placing you in the cell.”
“Yes. Come, Drew,” said Frank appealingly. “We were both wrong. I’ll answer for him, Captain Murray.”
“Well, one can’t quarrel if the other will not. You can both have my room while you are under arrest. Place a sentry at their door,” and turning to his brother-officer, and, giving Frank a nod, as he looked at him sadly and sternly, Captain Murray walked away.
A few minutes later the key of the door was turned upon them, and they heard one of the guard placed on sentry duty outside.
Chapter Twenty Six.
“What did he say?”
Frank threw himself into a chair, and Andrew Forbes began to walk up and down like a newly caged wild beast.
Frank thought of the last time he was in that room, and of Captain Murray’s advice to him; then of the quarrel, and his companion’s mad words against his father. From that, with a bound, his thoughts went to his mother. What would she think when she heard—as she would surely hear in a few minutes—about the encounter?