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As they went out of the door she called, angrily: "Here! Stop! I want to give Bingo a chocolate drop!" They didn't stop. In the street on the way to Bingo's new home, Eleanor, holding her little dog in her arms, was blind with tears, but Maurice effervesced into extravagant ridicule. His opinion of Mrs.
"Or so much French history?" added that serpent, Travers. "Shall I command 'im to jump, or reverse 'imself?" inquired the obliging Frenchman. "We've seen that, thank you," said the colonel, gloomily. "Upon my word, I don't know what to think. It can't be that that's not my Bingo after all I'll never believe it!" I tried a last desperate stroke. "Will you come round to the front?"
"Considerin' the price the box of fifty was knocked down to me for at Kreils' auction yesterday," states Captain Bingo, "it's simply smokin' gold. Nine pound fifteen-and-six runs me into, how much apiece?" He yawns cavernously, and gives the calculation up.
Even sad experience failed to teach him that he must keep his nose out of the rat trap. His most friendly overtures to the cat were wholly misunderstood and resulted only in an armed neutrality that varied by occasional reigns of terror, continued to the end; which came when Bingo, who early showed a mind of his own, got a notion for sleeping at the barn and avoiding the shanty altogether.
"I suppose she could take the trolley almost to the school grounds," Eleanor conceded, reluctantly. "Why can't she live out there? It's a boarding school, isn't it?" For a moment she accepted his decision with relief; then the thought of his comfort urged her: "I know of an awfully attractive house, with a garden. Little Bingo could hide his bones in it." "No," he said, sharply; "it wouldn't do.
Then Oliver's old horse died, and he, determining to profit as far as possible, dragged it out on the plain and laid poison baits for wolves around it. Alas for poor Bingo! He would lead a wolfish life, though again and again it brought him into wolfish misfortunes. He was as fond of dead horse as any of his wild kindred. That very night, with Wright's own dog Curley, he visited the carcass.
"I should like to see him at night-work," she said afterwards, when, very late, her Bingo appeared in the shadow of the conjugal mosquito-curtains. "You wouldn't," was her martial lord's reply. "Wouldn't what?" asked Lady Hannah, sitting up in tropical sleeping attire. Bingo, applying her cold cream to a sun-cracked nose, replied to her reflection in the looking-glass: "You wouldn't see him.
You're more up in these things than me, and I fancy there was a change in the order for the evenin'." "Rather!" assented Beauvayse, continuing, to the rapture of winking Bingo.
Godfrey and me coming through the French window 'when he's stronger. Attley, the well-meaning man, to make me feel at ease, asked what I thought of the name. 'Oh, splendid, I said at random. 'H with an A, A with an R, R with a 'But that's Little Bingo, some one said, and they all laughed.
He felt uneasy when he saw the other horses going to their work without him. "Never mind, Bingo," she said, patting his great, arched neck, "we'll show 'em to-morrow." He rubbed his satiny nose against her cheek. "We'll make them SIT UP again. Barker says our act's no good that I've let down. But it's not YOUR fault, Bingo. I've not been fair to you. I'll give you a chance to-morrow. You wait.
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