“Really I never knew that we had a bugler among our servants,” returned Harold evasively.
“Nor I,” said Herbert. “But,” taking out his watch, “it is nearing tea-time, and as we are likely to find plenty of opportunities for this kind of sport, I think we had better now return to the house.”
No one objected, the boat was immediately headed for the wharf, and all had presently landed and were sauntering along by the way that they had come, Mr. Lilburn and Lulu accompanying them.
CHAPTER VIII.
“What in the world has become of that bugler?” queried Croly, peering among the trees and shrubs.
“Were you wanting to speak to him, Mr. Croly?” asked Rosie, gravely but with some difficulty restraining a desire to laugh.
“No, not particularly, but I have a slight curiosity to see him and ask for another specimen or so of his skill.”
“He seems to be skilful in making his disappearance, doesn’t he?” laughed Rosie.