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"Look here," snarled Singh, "you'll make me angry directly," and he glanced viciously at his water-jug. "Can't," cried Glyn. "You're so cross now I couldn't make you any worse. But, I say, what are you going to do?" "I don't know," replied Singh. "Take it home, I suppose. I came here to England to be educated and made into an English gentleman, not to be turned into a low-caste mahout."
"Hah-h-h-h-ah!" cried Singh, and the great creature ceased swinging the bucket to and fro, and dropped it on the hay. "Come, Singh, we have had enough of this," cried Glyn impatiently. "Let's get back, or we shall be having the Doctor sending to see what has become of us." "Don't you be afraid about that, young gentlemen," cried Ramball. "I'll speak up for you both."
She only wished she could have run away from The Warren and gone straight home and poured out her troubles to her mother. The Glyn Williams had cut Bevis in the old days and poured scorn on the Ramsays for knowing him, and it seemed too bad that their present hospitality to him should still be a subject for blame. Mavis's pride kept her at the piano all the rest of the evening.
Then, changing his tone and drawing himself up, Singh continued, "Why, it's like telling me that I am a liar. How dare you, sir! Please have the goodness to remember who I am!" "Don't want any remembrance for that," said Glyn coolly. "Why, who are you? My schoolfellow in the same class." "I am the Maharajah of Dour, sir," said the boy haughtily. "Not while you are here.
"Shouldn't I have remembered that I did?" snapped out the boy. "You might," replied Glyn quietly; "but I have put away things sometimes and forgotten where, and when I found them afterwards I have wondered how they got there." "Ex actly, Mr Severn," said the Doctor; "and so have I, especially in the case of books." "I am sure it's been stolen," cried Singh passionately.
Let's run away till the Colonel's gone." "Yes, of course," cried Glyn sarcastically. "How much money have you got?" "Oh, I don't know; half-a-crown and some shillings." "Oh, I have got more than that. I have got half-a-sovereign. Shall we go to Plymouth, and sail for somewhere abroad?" "Yes, anywhere, so that we don't have to meet your father."
The banker's bill, which was wanted to pay the passage money, lay at the agents, but neither the captain nor his passenger of the "Bella" came to claim it. Weeks and months rolled on; the annual allowance of one thousand a year, which was Roger's by right, was paid into Glyn & Co.'s bank, but no draft upon it was ever more presented at their counters.
"I say, Severn," he cried, turning his head to look up, "no larks no shoving me down the well!" "Why not?" said Severn merrily, as he gripped the little fellow tighter. "Because old Slegge will want me to bowl for him, and he likes kicking me." "Likes kicking you? Why?" said Glyn, speaking almost mechanically, for he was anxiously watching the dark hole for the ascent of the next bucket.
"Yes; and he's very poor, and can't get an engagement, clever as he is; and it seems very shocking for a gentleman to be so poor that he can't pay his way, and we are so rich." "Oh, I'm not," said Glyn, laughing.
You feel now that it is impossible that you can have done this thing. Possibly, perhaps, after coming into the room alone and finding that your companion had left his own keys in his box " "I did find them like that, sir, twice." "Ah," said the Doctor, "and changed the locale of the missing belt." "No, sir," said Glyn.
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