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Jack and Bobo returned to the Madagascar without exchanging a word. When they were alone in their rooms, Jack looked at him and said:
"What the deuce am I going to do with you?"
"Best to let me alone," said Bobo sullenly.
"Didn't I convince you to-day that she was a crook?"
"I don't care."
"That was a nice little sample of her temper that she gave us at the table. Do you want to let yourself in for a lifetime of that?"
"I can't help myself."
Jack threw up his hands. There was a silence. Bobo was gloomily drawing an imaginary pattern on the arm of his chair.