"Your caravan is rather smaller than I expected to see," he went on, as the mules came straggling up.
"Their loads are mostly your stuff," said Lawrence. "We've only brought a couple of bags apiece."
"Very sensible of you. I was afraid you might bring out a lot of rubbish, and wished I'd sent you a caution. But I needn't have worried, evidently."
"Well, there are one or two things coming after us," said Bob, with a shade of misgiving. "We sent them ahead by slow steamer, and as they hadn't arrived when we reached Bombay, we thought we'd better come on."
"Humph!" their uncle grunted. "It'll be a month before my next consignment comes up, so it's to be hoped you're not in a hurry for your stuff. I suppose there's not much of it. What is it?"
"There's my cricket-bag, and a couple of tennis rackets, and a set of golfing sticks," said Lawrence.
"You didn't happen to bring turf too, I suppose?" said their uncle with twinkling eyes. "The ground hereabout is all bunkers. Anything else useful?"
"There's my aeroplane," said Bob.
"Your what?"
"A monoplane. I was going into the flying corps, you know, if--