“Good morning,” said Dan. All his weariness was suddenly gone from him.
“I’ll have your name and address,” replied the keeper, a giant of a man, with a sort of contemptuous affability.
“What for?”
“You’ll hear about what for,” the giant grinned. “I’ll be sure to let ye know, in doo coorse.” He laid his gun upon the ground and began searching in his pockets, while Dan stood up with rage in his heart and confusion in his mind. So the Old Imp was at him again!
“Humph!” said the keeper. “I’ve alost my notebook somewheres. Have you got a bit of paper on ye?”
The culprit searched his pockets and produced a folded fragment.
“Thanks.” The giant did not cease to grin. “What is it?”
“What?” queried Dan.
“Your name and address.”
“Ah, but what do you want it for. What do you think I’m doing?” protested Dan.