“He’s got a watch. At any rate, I see a watch chain,” said Philip, whose curiosity was excited.
“Hello!” called out Congreve, as they met; “where did you get that watch?”
“I don’t see wherein my having a watch should concern you; but I do know, after the contemptible treatment I received at your hands yesterday, your questions deserve no notice from me. But, as matters turned out so well, I can afford to swallow my indignation.”
“It was rather a mean trick, leaving you bound in the wood,” said Congreve, candidly. “I wouldn’t have done it, except to oblige Philip.”
“Has he told you how he liked being tied himself?”
Congreve looked, in surprise, at Philip. The latter had not chosen to say anything about his own adventure in Temple’s hut.
When Harry told the story, not omitting to mention that he had compelled Philip to beg his pardon before he released him, Congreve burst into hearty laughter, while Philip stood by, angry and ashamed.
“That’s the best joke I ever heard,” said Congreve. “I wish I had been there to see.”
“I thought you were my friend,” said Philip, indignantly.
“I laugh at my friends sometimes,” said Congreve. “What a splendid joke!”