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"I can see it all now so plainly," he said; and with a quick gesture his host dropped his knife sharply in his plate and clapped his hand across his forehead, while Glyn gave his schoolfellow another thrust a soft one this time with his foot. But Singh paid not the slightest heed to his companion's hint.
Then, instead of being vans, they are turned into dens and cages." "Is that so?" said Singh quietly. "Oh, I suppose so," replied Glyn. "I have never seen one of these affairs; but it seems a very reasonable way for building up a place all dens and cages in very short time." "Oh, look here!" cried another of the boys. "Here's a game! Look at that nigger!"
"What are you going to do?" he said shortly. "Only look out two or three things that there's not room for in the drawer." "What for?" "Why, to dress for the procession." "Stuff and nonsense! You are quite right as you are," cried Glyn half-mockingly. "You must learn to remember that you are in England, where nobody dresses up except soldiers. Why, what were you going to do?"
Are you going mad?" "You have, you blackguard!" cried Glyn, forcing the fellow back till he had him up against the garden-fence. "You have always hated me ever since I licked you, and like the coward you are you stooped to write that dirty, ill-spelt, abominable letter to make the Doctor think I had stolen Singh's belt." "Oh, I don't know what you mean," whined Slegge. "Let go, will you?"
For the first time since they had known him the feeling was strong upon the boys that they would have liked their preceptor to stay. But the Doctor gave each of them a grave nod as he moved towards the door, and they both stood as if chained to the carpet till the Colonel made a stride forward, when Glyn recollected himself, ran to the door, and opened it for the Doctor to pass out.
"No, you oughtn't, and you wouldn't have been such a sneak. Besides, it would have been getting poor Mr Morris into trouble, too, for taking me there. Did you want him to lose his place?" "Well, no," said Glyn thoughtfully.
What brings him here?" "I don't know, father. Perhaps he thought you might ask him to dinner." "Ho!" said the Colonel, with a snort. "Then he thought wrong. Ah but one moment! Would you like me to ask him, my boy?" "Oh no," cried Glyn, with a look of dismay. "We want you all to ourselves, father." "But you, Singh; would you like him to join us?" The boy shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
The seats were taken, the dinner began, and had not proceeded far before Glyn noticed that the waiter was staring very hard at his bruised face, getting so fierce a look in return that the man nearly dropped the plate he was handing, and refrained from looking at him again. "Better bring candles, waiter," said the Colonel.
Glyn seemed to breathe far more freely now, and as if the nervous oppression at his breast had passed away. "You see, sir," he began, "I have known all along that Singh had that very valuable belt. It was his father's, and the Maharajah used to wear it; and when he died my father took charge of it and all the Maharajah's valuable jewels as well." "Yes," said the Doctor slowly.
Glyn and Mr. Thomas Baring had urged me to undertake a mission to Canada on the business of the Grand Trunk Railway, which mission I had been compelled to decline; and when, in 1860-1, the affairs of that undertaking became dreadfully entangled, the Committee of Shareholders, who reported upon its affairs, invited me to accept the post of "Superintending Commissioner," with full powers.
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