“Do for us?” said Murray, thoughtfully; “do for us? No, I think not. He is wonderfully civil; feeds us too well; the attention we get is excellent, and you people treat us as if we were your brothers.”
“You are satisfied, then?” said Mr Braine.
“Yes, I think so; eh, Ned?”
“I am enjoying it thoroughly,” replied the latter.
“Oh yes, of course. So long as you can be always off on some prank or another with Braine’s unbroken colt. It suits you, you lazy young dog.”
“Oh, uncle, what a shame! Frank and I have brought you in some splendid specimens.”
“Well, pretty tidy; but that rare trogon’s tail feathers were wanting in the three central pens.”
“We’ll get you another, then,” cried Ned.
“You like the place, then?” said Mr Braine.
“Like it, sir! I never imagined being a prisoner was half so good.”