“I’d like to meet wi’ the feller that told that yarn,” said Jim Slagg.
“So should I,” said Letta, laughing.
“You shall both have your wish, for there he stands,” said Redpath, as they dashed round the corner of a bit of jungle, on the other side of which lay as pretty a bungalow as one could wish to see. A man-servant who had heard the wheels, was ready at the gate to receive the reins, while under the verandah stood a pretty little woman to receive the visitors. Beside her was a black nurse with a white baby.
“Here we are, Flinn,” said Redpath, leaping to the ground. “All well, eh?”
“Sure we’re niver anything else here, sor,” replied Flinn, with a modest smile.
“I’ve just been relating your electrical experiences to my friends,” said the master.
“Ah! now, it’s drawin’ the long bow you’ve been,” returned the man; “I see it in their face.”
“I have rather diluted the dose than otherwise,” returned Redpath. “Let me introduce Mr Slagg. He wishes to see Indian life in the ‘servants’-hall.’ Let him see it, and treat him well.”
“Yours to command,” said Flinn, with a nod as he led the horses away. “This way, Mr Slug.”
“Slagg, if you please, Mr Flinn,” said Jim. “The difference between a a an’ a u ain’t much, but the results is powerful sometimes.”