"I suppose one man could finish one stone, though, father?"
"And fix it in its place, shouldn't you say?"
A gruffer concession.
"Then I'm not sure that he couldn't do more than you think," said Sidney. "The windows might stump him, and the roof would; but he could do the rest."
"Nonsense!" cried Sir Wilton. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course I don't," admitted Sidney readily. "That was why I asked about the one man and the one stone."
Sir Wilton had not half his boy's brain. The cold-blooded little wretch would boast that he could "score off the governor without his knowing it." Sir Wilton's merit was his tenacity of purpose.
"I tell you the man's mad," he reiterated; "and if he doesn't take care I'll have him shut up."
"A great idea!" cried Sidney. "But, I say, if that's so we oughtn't to be too rough on him!"