“At you.”
“But why?”
“Because she does trust you—or, rather, our Government does.”
The young man turned sharply to gaze with a searching glance in the speaker’s eyes.
“What do you mean?” he said.
“Go on with your dinner, old chap, and I’ll tell you by-and-by. Here’s Down wants to have a word with you.—Don’t you, Down?”
“Ah yes, Captain Down,” said the young Rajah, bowing towards him. “I seem to know you. Maine says you are such a splendid shot. Are you?”
“Oh, I can pull a trigger, and I can hit something sometimes,” said the young officer.
“Sometimes!” put in Archie. “Why, he never misses. You ought to know more of him, Rajah. He’s like that old country gentleman’s two sons who loved hunting and shooting. He’s a regular Nimrod and Ramrod rolled into one. Understand?”
“Yes; I read that in the old joke-book. Then your friend will come and have some shooting. Will you not?”