“As she has just bitten and scratched the doctor,” said Dick bitterly; “and me,” he added, as he took out a beautiful diamond locket he wore hanging by a chain.
“That’s all right, Dicky,” said Wyatt; “but that poisoning business was never cleared up.”
“It was not her doing,” said Dick hotly.
“She never meant to poison her son, of course.”
“She never had hand in it,” cried Dick fiercely.
“Don’t boil over, Darrell,” said Hulton. “She may have been innocent, but it was done by her party—we cannot say by whom; and she has not only remained friends with the Wazir and the old Brahmin, but prevailed upon her son to let things slide.”
“She asked the Rajah to give a general what-you-may-call-it to everybody after the fight, and there has been peace and contentment ever since,” said Dick.
“That’s very nicely spoken, oh, brave and gallant young rider of the fiery Burnouse!” said Wyatt, “Oh, noble sticker of the unclean pig, and true-eyed slayer of the sleek and striped tail-lashing slinker of the reedy nullah!”
“I wish you were only of my age and rank, Wyatt,” said Dick in a low voice.
“Why, my son?”