“Step out, then,” said Minkie. “Jack will be waiting.”
He was. He saw us coming long before we reached the cross roads, and his first words meant war.
“Who is this fellow Schwartz?” he demanded.
“A friend of—father’s,” said Dorothy.
“Well, he is a rogue,” said Jack. “I wanted to warn Mr. Grosvenor about him this morning, but he wouldn’t listen to me.”
“Oh, was that it?” and Dorothy’s nose went up in the air.
“Partly. Not all. I say, Minkie, if you take Dan into the warren you will find a heap of rabbits. The keepers are a mile away. I told them you were coming.”
“Then Dan can go by himself. I am far more interested in Schwartz than Dot is. Do you know anything about ju-jus?”
“By Jove, Minkie, you do come to the point. Why, that blessed nigger prince is at the Manor now, plotting all sorts of mischief with my uncle.”
“How did he get there? I suppose you met him last night?”