“But I say, Mr Ramball,” cried Singh merrily, “don’t you want me to come and ride him in your show?”
“Well, no, sir; you chucked your opportunity away. I have got a new keeper now as fits exactly.”
“What a pity!” said Glyn merrily.
“Well, that’s what I thought, sir,” said Ramball quite seriously, “when the young gent threw away his chance. You know we are common sort of people; but the money we earn sometimes ain’t to be sneezed at. Why, of course I ought to tell you. Who do you think I have got?”
“Oh, how should we know?” cried Glyn.
“Friend of yours, gentlemen, that come to my show when it was here and wanted me to take him on.”
“Friend of ours?” said Glyn.
“Yes; just after squire here had ridden Rajah. Said he was hard-up and couldn’t get anything to do, but that he could talk Ingyrubber tongue as well as squire here. But I wouldn’t have anything to do with him then, for I didn’t believe in him.”
“Professor Barclay!” cried Glyn excitedly.
“That’s the man, sir. Well, he come to me, followed me up like, and I engaged him.”