“Awfully,” grumbled Glyn.
“What!” cried Singh sharply.
Glyn started. “Eh! What say?” he cried, and a yawn followed.
“You said ‘awfully.’”
“Did I?” said Glyn, more sleepily than ever.
“Why, you know you did,” cried Singh petulantly.
“What did I say that for?”
“Ugh!” grunted Singh. “There, go to sleep. What’s the good of talking to you?”
“Not a bit,” replied Glyn; “it only sounds like buzz, buzz.”
“I haven’t patience with you,” cried Singh; “when I was trying to talk quietly and sensibly about losing my belt.”