"You can show us what you mean when you come to your own part, Jack," said Dennis desperately. "Do get on, Gollop."
"Bow then," said Mr. Gollop to Nathan.
"I'll bow when you do, and not a minute sooner," answered the innkeeper firmly.
The matter of the bow was arranged, and Mr. Gollop, in the familiar voice with which he had led the psalms for a quarter of a century, began his part.
"Here I, the King of Egypt, boldly do appear,
St. Garge! St. Garge! walk in, my only son and heir;
Walk in, St. Garge, my son, and boldly act thy part,
That all the people here may see thy wondrous art!"
"Well done, Tom!" said Mr. Masterman, "that's splendid; but you mustn't sing it."
"I ban't singing it," answered the clerk. "I know what to do."