“You two boys?”
“They will have some of the men to help them,” said Mr Braine. “The brute ought to be destroyed.”
“Why don’t your rajah do it?”
“Because he does nothing that does not tend toward his pleasure or prosperity,” replied Mr Braine, bitterly. “Have you made any preparations, Frank?”
“Yes, father; we’re all ready. Only waiting for Ned.”
He gave the latter a merry look as he spoke.
“Like to go?” said Murray.
“I don’t like to leave you so busy, uncle, and seem to neglect preparing the specimens.”
“But that would be getting another specimen,” said Frank, merrily. “Mr Murray may have it when it’s caught, mayn’t he, father?”
“You go along with you, sir,” cried Murray, with mock sternness. “You are spoiling my boy here. Be off with you, and mind and don’t get into any danger. Here, you Ned, go and wash your fingers well first. Don’t neglect that after using the paste.”