"What's that for?" he abruptly demanded. "Why doesn't his nibs go in with you now?"
"It is for me to obey the great Pandu Singe, not question his commands," replied Nick, with an air of offended dignity. "I shall return for him when I have followed his instructions."
"Hold on a bit! I want to know—"
But Nick had already turned, and was striding up the long gravel walk leading to the front door of the house.
Dalton then swung round and began to address Chick, who quickly signified that he could not understand; whereupon the puzzled scoundrel remained doubtfully on the box, growling under his breath, and quite at a loss just what he should do.
Chick was now counting the seconds and minutes, until he should arrive at ten.
Venner, who was waiting with the gang in the house, heard Nick's step on the wooden veranda, and he hastened to admit him.
"What's this!" he at once exclaimed, starting. "Where is your master? You did not come here alone!"
"No, not alone," replied Nick, entering the hall. "Pandu Singe waits in the carriage."
"Waits in the carriage! For what?"