“Come on, now,” coaxed Tom; “don’t hold anything back.”
“Dreams?” questioned Pottle. “Dreams? Great stuff—big inventors—and Columbus—dreamers!”
So Jack went over that adventure again.
This time, however, he decided to tell it in the way it actually happened. The result was that when Jack led them up to the climax he held even de Garros spellbound.
Jack ceased to speak and looked at his friends.
“How did you get away?” asked Bill.
“I didn’t,” was the smiling reply.
“You didn’t!” came the perplexed chorus.
De Garros was chuckling softly. He had to admire Jack’s cleverness.
“Battle—prisoner—great fight—man in gray mask—disappear—eyes bigger and bigger—what’s this—fairy tale?”