“Yes,” said Singh; “to be sure we will.”
“I say,” said Glyn, “I’d have come with you if you had asked me this afternoon. What a close old chap you are! Where have you been? Here, I’m going to see what you have got there.”
“No, no!” cried Singh excitedly, as Glyn stepped forward, only meaning it as a feint; and the boy threw himself across the open box, to begin scrambling the dislodged things over the something that was loosely covered with brown paper, and in his hurry and excitement, instead of hiding it thoroughly, exposing one small corner. But it was quite big enough to let Glyn see what it was; and, laughing aloud, he cried:
“Why, what a coward you are! I was only pretending.”
Singh hurriedly closed the lid of the trunk.
“Where have you been?”
Singh was silent for a moment, for a struggle was going on in his mind.
“I have been out for a walk with Mr Morris,” he said.
“Well, there’s no harm in that,” said Glyn. “Where did you go? Across the park, or down by the river?”
Singh was silent for a moment or two once more, and then in a hurried way he seemed to master his reserve, and said: