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But Tinling did not stay to hear any more; he turned on his heel with an anger that had a spice of envy in it. Why, why had not he been content with an ordinary reputation, instead of one that he must sustain now at all hazards?
'Don't I, really? said their uncle, as he disposed himself on his back, and tilted his hat over his nose; 'you do surprise me! What a mistake for a man to make, who has come down for perfect quiet! Whom shall I begin to interfere with? 'Well, you might snub that horrid Tinling boy, instead of encouraging him, as you always do! 'Encourage him!
Lying is lying, whatever explanations and excuses may be made respecting it, and I am afraid it must be admitted that Tinling, if he began by a mere harmless device for giving a new turn to the game, ended by telling some very unmistakable lies. Now he found himself in a most delicate position: what if an attack by Red Indians should really be quite possible? Mr.
At last Jack said: 'I hear something a sort of low grunting noise, like pigs. 'Perhaps it is the pigs at the farm, suggested Guy. 'Indians can imitate all kinds of birds, I know, reasoned Jack, not directly to the point, perhaps, but he was getting excited. Tinling felt a dull rage against the other two. How dared they pretend not to be afraid? It was all swagger he knew that very well.
The fact is, then, that Clarence Tinling had the best of reasons for being cool and courageous on the previous occasion. Those Indians were entirely imaginary; he had written the warning himself, and instructed the coachman's boy to throw it over the stockade; the attack on the fort and the brilliant victory were an afterthought. What had he done it for?
Tinling found that he could not undeceive them without exposing himself, which he would still rather die than do, and he roamed about the grounds, making a little mental calculation whenever a clock struck in the heavy afternoon stillness: 'In so many hours from this I shall be fighting hand-to-hand with real Indians!
Because they didn't dare! retorted Tinling, boldly. 'You know, he remarked to Cecily, as they were going down together through the warm darkness, 'it's not fair of your uncle to play these tricks on fellows. 'Perhaps it isn't quite, said Cecily, impartially; 'but then he didn't begin, did he?
'Why, just look at it, Tinling. Any one could see that it's an Indian's doing. No, it's all right; they really are coming. 'It's all skittles, I tell you, said Clarence, still more angrily, though he was paler again now. 'What should Indians come here for? 'Well, he says why, there, said Jack, 'and they came the other evening. Clarence's colour rose again.
When you go and insult them, of course they get annoyed who wouldn't, I should like to know? I honour a chief like Yellow Vulture myself, and I don't care if he hears me say so. I say I honour him! His voice rose almost to a scream as he concluded. 'I say, Tinling, I do believe you're in a funk! said Guy, after a moment of wondering silence.
'They'll all think we deserted you! Did you kill many of them, Tinling? 'I didn't see any corpses, he replied; 'but I shouldn't be surprised if some of them died when they got home. 'They may come again to-morrow night, said Jack, more cheerfully. 'Not much fear of that they've had their lesson. They were seized with utter panic.
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