“Yes; you always were a bit of a bully, Blunt.”
“But I’m always just, sir.”
“Perfectly; and I believe the people like you at bottom, even if you have a rough side to your tongue.”
“Oh yes, uncle,” put in Stan eagerly, to be rewarded by a grateful glance. “I’m sure there isn’t a man here who wouldn’t fight to the death for Mr Blunt.”
“I wouldn’t go so far as that, Lynn,” said Blunt, with the hot blood colouring his pallid, sunken cheeks.
“But they’ve proved it,” cried Stan energetically.
“I’m thinking it was more for you, Lynn,” said Blunt quietly.
“Well, let that rest,” cried Uncle Jeff; “and let’s go on with the trial of Master Wing. You have been good friends with him, Blunt?”
“Excellent.”
“No sudden quarrel?”