"They haven't
had such a licking as that for a long time."

"Here, I say," cried Singh, "you have been up to some games," and he
fumbled in vain in his flannels-pockets. "I say, you shouldn't do this,
Glynny. The key of my India trunk is one of the bunch, and you know I
don't like any games played with that."

"I haven't played any games," said Glyn quietly.

"Now, no nonsense," cried Singh pettishly. "You have got my keys."

"Oh yes, I have got them," cried Glyn. "Here they are. Catch!"

The bunch went flying through the air, and with one quick snap of the
hand Singh caught them and laid them down sharply on the dressing-table
with a bang.

"I don't like it," he said angrily, for he was very tired. "You
shouldn't take my keys."

"Yes, I should," said Glyn quietly.

"I tell you you shouldn't."

"Then you oughtn't to leave them stuck in your box, as if to invite all
the servants to come and have a rummage, when you go out to a
cricket-match."

"I say, I didn't do that, did I? I had them in my pocket just before I
started."

"If you did, how could I have them in mine when you came back?"

"Why, I--I am certain--" began Singh; and then, "Oh!"

"`Oh,' indeed!" cried Glyn. "But how did it happen?"

"I was just getting in the wagonette, when I thought it would be good
fun to have one of those red Indian silk handkerchiefs to tie to a stump
and use as a flag."

"Yes; as you did."

"Well, there were six of them in my big box, and I ran up to get one."

"And then left the keys in the box?"

"Well, I suppose I did, in the hurry and confusion. Oh, Glynny, what a
beast I am! I wish I hadn't such a brute of a temper. It makes me
flare up all at once and say such nasty things; and you are always as
cool as a gourd, and get the best of me."

"Well, you should be more careful," said Glyn. "I wish, too, that you
hadn't such a temper. You ought to master it."

"I can't," said the lad sadly. "It always masters me. It's through
being born in such a hot climate, I suppose. Oh, I do hate to have to
be always begging your pardon."

"Then I suppose that's why you don't do it now?"

"Oh, you know, old chap! I do beg it heartily. You don't want me to go
down on my knees like a coolie?"

"Not I; only, somehow or other, I seem to be always ruffling up your
coat about something."

"Well, go on; I do deserve it," cried Singh. "I shall be such a good
boy some day, thanks to Professor Severn. No, n