“I didn’t! I just meant that he was feeling for a revolver, like he was scared. I didn’t think he meant to shoot us.”
“Same thing,” said Roy. “Men don’t carry revolvers in their pockets if they’re all right.”
“That’s what I’m saying,” answered Chub triumphantly.
“But you don’t know he had a revolver there,” said Roy. “He said it was a handkerchief he was after, and he showed it to you.”
“Yes, but he might have had a revolver there too, mightn’t he? Besides, I don’t know that he didn’t put the handkerchief there after he got into his coat. I wasn’t watching him.”
“You ought to have been,” said Roy severely. Chub grunted. Then he returned to the argument.
“What’s that map for, then?” he demanded.
“Maybe he’s employed by the Government to make—observations,” suggested Dick vaguely. “They do that.”
“Oh, tommyrot!” said Chub. “You fellows make me tired. I’m going to bed.”
“Guess we’d all better go,” said Dick, yawning. “If we’re going to finish painting that boat to-morrow we want to get to work before the sun’s very hot.”