Then he caught sight of the amazed Hamilton, clutched the baby in one hand, and saluted with the other.
"Baby present and correct, sir," he said, formally.
"What are you going to do with it?" asked Hamilton, after Bones had indulged in the luxury of a bath and had his dinner.
"Do with what, sir?" asked Bones.
"With this?"
Hamilton pointed to a crawling morsel who was at that moment looking up to Bones for approval.
"What do you expect me to do, sir?" asked Bones, stiffly; "the mother is dead and he has no father. I feel a certain amount of responsibility about Henry."
"And who the dickens is Henry?" asked Hamilton.
Bones indicated the child with a fine gesture.