He packed the elderly truant away in the car.
Mr. Caspar sat beside his wife, his hands folded on the handle of his umbrella, looking as determined as he knew how.
Mrs. Caspar tucked a rug about his knees.
Ernie, who had followed his father out to the car, and exchanged a word with his brother sitting stiff as an idol, behind his wheel, now returned to the yard, grinning.
"Well!" said Joe.
Ernie rolled his head.
"Asked Alf if he was goin to sign on?" he grinned.
"Is he?" asked the Colonel ingenuously.
Ernie laughed harshly.
"Not Alf!" he said. "He's a true Christian, Alf is, when there's scrapping on the tape..."