" An hour had elapsed since his mishap in
Mr. Sparling's cabin, during which time the lads had been sitting
on the after deck of the boat.
Phil had been very thoughtful. Perhaps he had not done right in
keeping his real suspicions from Mr. Sparling. Yet he was firm
in his purpose not to say who he thought the men were. He was
not at all certain, in his own mind, that his eyes had not
deceived him.
There could be no doubt, however, that some person or persons
had pricked Jupiter on a tender part of his anatomy just as
Teddy Tucker was patting the trunk of the great beast.
Teddy had gone to his cabin for a moment, and no sooner had he
opened the door than he discovered that all was not as it should
be there.
"What's this? What's all this fuss about?" questioned Phil.
"My egg! My egg!"
"What about your egg?"
"It's gone, it's gone!"
"Gone?"
"Yes, yes."
"But I thought you locked it in your trunk?"
"That's what I did."
"Then how can it be gone?"
"It is, I tell you. Come and see, if you don't believe me."
"Of course I believe you, but I do not see how it would be
possible for your egg to be taken when it was locked in your
trunk," objected Phil.
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