Mr.Da Souza had purchased a morning paper at the junction, and their host's perfidy had become apparent.
Obviously they had decided to treat the whole matter as a practical joke and to brave it out, for outside the gates in an open fly were the whole party.

They had returned, only to find that according to Trent's orders the gates were closed upon them.
Trent moved his seat to where he could have a better view, and continued his breakfast.

The party in the cab looked hot, and tumbled, and cross.
Da Souza was on his feet arguing with the lodge-keeper--the women seemed to be listening anxiously.

Trent turned to the servant who was waiting upon him.
"Send word down," he directed, "that I will see Mr.Da Souza alone.

No one else is to be allowed to enter.