CHAPTER VIII.
A SCHEMING NEPHEW.
When Robert left the ring, the old man sank back into his seat, and his interest in the performance ceased. For some reason his nephew also was anxious to leave the tent.
"Uncle," he said, "hadn't we better go back to the hotel? It will be too fatiguing for you to remain here all the evening."
"Will that boy ride again?" asked Mr. Richmond, eagerly.
"No, he is not to appear again."
"Then I think I will go. As you say, I may feel fatigued."
There was a hack in waiting to convey them back to the hotel, for the distance was too great for a feeble old man to walk.
When they reached the hotel, Mr. Richmond went at once to his chamber, attended by his nephew.
"You had better go to bed at once, uncle," said Hugo, and he prepared to leave the room.