Glyn combed his hair down in a streak over one side of his bruised forehead, while Singh poured out some cold water and dabbed and sponged his right eye; but he could not wash away the discoloration that surrounded it, and after applying the towel he plumped himself down in a chair and sat staring at his companion.
“It’s no use,” he said; “I daren’t face guardian, and I won’t.”
“You tell him so,” said Glyn, laughing, “and see what he will say.”
“How am I going to tell him so when I shan’t see him?”
“Why, you’ll be obliged to.”
“I tell you I won’t!” cried Singh passionately.
“There’s a sneak! And you will let me go down alone and face it all.”
“Oh, I say, don’t talk like that,” cried Singh. “Can’t we get out of it somehow, old chap? Let’s run away till the Colonel’s gone.”
“Yes, of course,” cried Glyn sarcastically. “How much money have you got?”
“Oh, I don’t know; half-a-crown and some shillings.”