“I meant his foot,” said Gordon.
“Well, then, I won’t shake his foot, either,” said Harry.
They sat close to the shore, and listened for the sound of the returning canoe.
“Guess they’re pinched,” suggested Bert.
But soon the canoe glided silently shoreward with the faintest ripple.
“Where did you land them?” Harry asked Roy, who brought the canoe back.
“Just in the shadow of the fortress. They’re playing mumbly-peg with the gagged sentinels.”
“What’s that?” said Gordon.
“Never fear,” said Roy. “’Tis not so. Goodman Brent and Goodman Vinton are playing mumbly-peg with each other near the shore. We heard the gagged sentinels talking together a few paces off.”
“Chewing the rag,” ventured Matthew Reed.