“Oh, that is how it works,” exclaimed Master Richard, greatly interested.
“Now you have to turn it back again.”
“Oh, dear,” they all cried; but set to work, and again the chest stood upright. Aline then moved the second rivet in the same way.
“Now turn it over again,” she said.
“This is too much, we are not galley slaves,” expostulated Ian. “You are a tyrant, Your Highness.”
“Well, anyway I help, my Lord,” answered Aline, with mock gravity.
“‘Help,’ you wee kitten!” said Master Richard; “I think I do most of this; and it is my belief,” he added, “that it is not to my interest that the chest should be opened at all.”
“Why not?” they all exclaimed.
“Never mind. Come. I want to see what’s inside i’ faith.”