"Oh, I say!" protested Eves, who had just come in.  Then he began to laugh.  "My word!  He did look funny—tar from head to foot.  You see, Miss Templeton, we got rid of that ruffian Smail once by means of stinks—I mean, sulphuretted hydrogen, a gas very useful in chemistry. Then, suspecting he’d come back, it occurred to me that we might teach him a lesson by putting into practice Bob’s idea of a tar entanglement. It really worked out splendidly.  Noakes—he’s a bad egg——"