"Wasn't going to slip away. I tell you I was coming back."
"I don't believe you."
"Very well," said Harry; "don't."
"I—I mean, I beg your pardon, Hal."
There was no reply.
"Tell me why you went away," said Phra, who felt that he had gone too far.
"It's of no use. You will not believe me," said Harry, taking out his knife and beginning to carve his initials on one of the big bamboos.
"Yes, I will!" cried Phra. "I daresay I was wrong. I was cross with being woke up like that, and I felt sure you had done it."
"And you feel sure now," said Harry coldly.
"No, not sure," said Phra frankly, "only doubtful."