Just across the ditch stood Bernard, he had come to a halt, and calmly eyed his would-be captor.
“It’s your fault, you young scoundrel!” cried Mr. Snowdon in a fury, his wrath increased by the knowledge that Bernard was as neat and clean as when he started. “If it hadn’t been for you I shouldn’t have been in this plight.”
“I don’t see how I could help it, sir. You shouldn’t have tried to jump over the ditch.”
“Why did you do it?”
“I wanted to get away from you.”
“Jump back at once!”
A smile stole over Bernard’s face.
“I shouldn’t dare to,” he answered. “I might fall in as you have.”
“And serve you right! I order you to jump.”
“Suppose I do, and get safe over?”