“What do you mean, sir, by your playing fair?”
“You said, uncle,” cried the boy, sawing the collar he held to and fro, “that I should be very useful to you, and could help you no end over the netting and dredging and bottling specimens, and that you’d take me with you.”
“Ah,” cried Uncle Paul, “that was when you were a nice, good, obedient boy, and hadn’t learnt to say sharp impertinent things, and didn’t go about setting free escaped prisoners and getting your uncle robbed.”
“Gammon, uncle! I see through you, and—I say, what does that sergeant want?” For there was the tramp of heavy feet, and the non-commissioned officer who had been at the head of the squad of men they had met, marched past the cottage window.
Chapter Seven.
He Says.
“Eh? What?” exclaimed Uncle Paul excitedly.
“You don’t mean that he is coming here?”