“So do I,” exclaimed Lawrence. “Capital.”
“Humph! Think so? Well, I suppose it was all right,” said Mr Burne. “But I say,” he whispered, gazing after Yussuf who was striding away fifty yards ahead and leaving them behind, “do you really think that money will be all right?”
“I say, Mr Burne,” cried Lawrence laughing; “is your back beginning to ache already?”
The old lawyer stopped short, and turned upon the lad with a comical look, half mirth, half anger in his countenance.
“You impudent young dog,” he cried. “I knew you were shamming, and not ill at all. My back, indeed! Well, yes. Come along. I suppose it was beginning to ache.”
Chapter Sixteen.
The Starting-Point.
Mr Burne showed no more distrust, though Yussuf was striding away faster and faster, at a rate that Lawrence’s strength forbade him to attempt to emulate; but the reason soon became evident. He was making for an elevation about a mile away, and upon reaching it he toiled up to the top, and as soon as he had done so he turned and took off his fez and began to wave it in the air.