Before night the Residency island was in sight.
Hilton had been very silent for some time, but at last he spoke:
“Chum, old fellow,” he said, “I’ve been thinking about what we are to say.”
“Hilton, old fellow, I’ve been thinking the very same thing.”
“It would be too ridiculous to say that we had been carried off by a woman.”
“We should be roasted to death!” said Chumbley.
“But she ought to be punished.”
“Can’t go and carry sword and fire into the woman’s home because she took a fancy to you.”
“What are we to say, then? I dare not own to this affair!”
“I swear I won’t!” said Chumbley.