It did not seem at all peculiar to the others that he should single out Garry and cling to him, for everybody fell for Garry almost at first sight. What they did notice was that he appeared to shun Tom, who, indeed, was entitled to all his gratitude and was the hero of the occasion if anyone was.
But then he was a queer boy anyway, and thoroughly shaken up by his experience.
As for Garry, the sudden hit which he had apparently made quite amused him.
“You should worry,” he said, laughingly to Tom.
And Tom shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
CHAPTER VII
“UNDER WHICH KING?”
“And, oh it was great the way you sent that signal. Gee, a smudge message is no cinch—I always said so. You can talk about your wireless and your wigwagging and semaphoring and fire signalling and all, but you got to admit smudging is hardest of all—gee, you got to admit that!”
“It’s easy as pie,” said one of the group, making an imposing smudge upon Gordon Lord’s round face by way of proof.
“Because,” continued Gordon, calmly wiping his cheek, “because you can’t shut it off so sudden.”
“Something like you, hey, kiddo?” smiled his tall friend, Arnold, who stood near him.