" Very promptly the answer came.
Saltash's eyes scrutinized him with half derisive amusement. "I hope it's
a good fit," he remarked. "Well, look here, Toby, you must go to bed. Did
you bring any luggage on board?"
"No, sir. 'Fraid not, sir. Very sorry, sir. I came away in a hurry,"
explained Toby rather nervously.
"And stole the hotel livery," said Saltash.
"No, sir. Borrowed it," said Toby.
"Ho! You're going to pay for it, are you?" questioned Saltash.
"Yes, sir, some day. First money I get, sir. Don't want to have anything
belonging to that damn' Italian cur," said Toby, with much emphasis.
"Naughty! Naughty!" said Saltash, pinching his arm. "Well, come along,
and I'll show you where you can sleep. There's a small cabin out of my
dressing-room you can have for the present. I haven't got my valet on
board."
"Very good, sir, thank you. What time shall I call you, sir?" said Toby
brightly.
"You needn't call me," said Saltash. "You can just lie quiet and take
care of that black eye of yours. I'll let you know when I want you."
"Very good, sir," said Toby, looking crestfallen.
Saltash stood up. "And you'll do as you're told--see?--always! That's
understood, is it?"
Toby smiled again, eagerly, gratefully.
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