“Look here,” cried Anson viciously, “I protest against being called a scoundrel! Those are my private savings, invested in what were bought honestly.”
“I think, sir, you had better keep your tongue silent until we have quite done!” said the General.
Then, turning to the two young men, he bade them go on.
“Come, West,” said Ingleborough, “you suspect where our friend who is no scoundrel has hidden more diamonds, do you not?”
“Well, yes,” said West, rather unwillingly, for the whole business disgusted him.
“Speak out, then! I am sure it is in the same place as I think he has more plunder; but you shall have your turn now.”
“No, no; go on,” said West warmly.
“If you suspect that there is some place unsearched,” said the General sternly, “speak out, sir.”
“Then I believe, sir,” said West, “that if the water-cask that is slung under the wagon is opened you will find a number of diamonds hidden there!”
There was a burst of excitement at this, everyone present speaking save the sergeant, who did a bit of pantomime which meant: “Of course!” for he bent down and gave his leg a sounding slap.