Then he caught sight of Phillis and Dao Singh right behind me.
“What’s all this?” he muttered.
“I’ll tell you later,” I said. “It’s too long a story to give you now. Besides, you’ve got to tell me things first. Isn’t the carriage here? Can’t we all go right to Darringford House? Haven’t you told mother?”
He shook his head slowly.
“Can’t take you home, jest yet, Master Clint,” he said.
“But mother! is——?”
“She ain’t sick, and she ain’t well. Only poorly. Nothing to be worried about. And now that you’re here I reckon things will be straightened out all right.”
“Chester Downes!” I ejaculated.
“Yes. He’s cutting up didoes,” grunted Ham.
“But where is Lawyer Hounsditch?” I cried.