“I—will—not,” said Andrew, speaking firmly, and meeting the captain’s eyes without shrinking.
“Don’t be so foolish, Drew,” whispered Frank.
“I shall do as I think best,” was the reply. “You are at liberty to do the same, sir.”
“Very well,” said Captain Murray, interrupting them. “Perhaps you will be more sensible and manly after a night’s rest. I did not expect to find a lad of your years behaving like a spiteful girl.”
Andrew’s eyes flashed at him; but the captain paid no heed, and went on:
“I have spoken to the colonel, Frank, and for your father’s sake he will be glad to see you at the mess table this evening. You are free of it while you are under arrest. I will come for you in half an hour. By the way, I have told my man to come to you for instructions about getting your kit from your room. You will use him while you are a prisoner.”
“Oh, thank you, Captain Murray,” cried the boy eagerly.
“Pray make use of my servant, Mr Forbes, and order him to fetch what you require.”
Andrew bowed coldly, and the captain left the room, his servant tapping at the door directly after, and entering to receive his orders from Frank.
“Now, Drew,” he said at last, “tell him what to fetch for you.”