He was leaving his room, when he ran foul of Tom Fairlie.
Tom was singing too, and smiling.
Jack pulled him right into his cabin and shut the door.
“What are you all smiles about?” said Jack.
“Why are you all smiles?” said Tom.
“Heard about Gerty?”
Then something very funny or very joyous seemed to tickle the pair of them at precisely the same moment, and they laughed aloud till all the glasses on the swing-table rang out a jingling chorus.
“I say, Tom,” said Jack at last, “I feel I can fight the French now.”
“Precisely how I feel. Ha! ha! ha!”