“Father!” cried Glyn.
“Morning,” cried the Colonel, as he shook hands warmly with both. “You two invalids having your constitutional? Well, you ought to be taken off the sick-list now. I have just been having my walk before breakfast. I came past the Doctor’s, but could not see anything of either of you.”
“Going in to breakfast, father?” said Glyn.
“Yes, my boy. You had yours at eight o’clock, I suppose. What time were you up? Seven o’clock, I suppose.”
“No, father,” said Glyn, laughing. “It must have been about four.”
“Four o’clock! What made you get up so soon as that?” cried the Colonel, as he looked from one to the other.
“We were called, father, and obliged to get up.” And between them the boys narrated their early morning adventure.
“Tut, tut, tut, tut!” ejaculated the Colonel. “Then you have had no breakfast at all?”
Singh shook his head.
“Come along with me, then,” cried the Colonel. “I’ll soon put that right.”