“Do you mean to tell me that you men never met?” asked Shafthead.
“Never!” we cried together.
“Tonks,” said he, “into which plantation did you put your man?”
“The right-hand one,” said Tonks.
“The right!” exclaimed Dick. “Then you have been in different woods! Oh, Tonks, this is scandalous!”
But my second had already turned his head away, and seemed so bowed by contrition that my natural anger somewhat relented.
“Possibly your own directions were not clear,” I suggested.
“Ah,” said Dick, “I see how it was! He must have turned round, and that made his right hand his left.”
“Well,” said Lumme, “you've made a nice mess of it. What's to be done now?”