“I don’t expect or want luxuries, Mr Simcox,” answered Dick. “Shall I tell you what I do want?”
“What?”
“To shoot as many of your bucks and things as lean.”
“You’re heartily welcome to.”
And Simcox laughed good-naturedly, and opined that Greenoak’s “bear-leading” would be no very trying job after all.
“He’ll do,” he pronounced, with an approving nod towards the young fellow.