"And what is wrong with the treatment of the native?" asked Sanders sweetly.
The hon. gentleman made an indefinite gesture.
"You know—things in newspapers—missionaries," he said rapidly, being somewhat embarrassed by the realisation that the man, if any, responsible for the outrages was standing before him.
"I never read the newspapers," said Sanders, "and——"
"Of course," interrupted the Hon. George eagerly, "we can make it all right as far as you are concerned."
"Oh, thank you!" Sanders' gratitude was a little overdone, but he held out his hand. "Well, I wish you luck—let me know how you get on."
The Hon. George Tackle was frankly nonplussed.
"But excuse me," he said, "where—how——Hang it all, where am I to put up?"
"Here?"
"Yes — dash it, my kit is on shore! I thought——"