“No, I s’pose not,” said the man, frankly. “Well, I’ll go myself. I say, I am a wunner to work.”
“You’d better tell Colonel Pendarve so,” said Gwyn, smiling.
“Think so? Well, I will, and good luck to me. But, I say, hadn’t you two better make your dog friends with me?”
“No,” said Gwyn, promptly. “Grip will know fast enough whether he ought to be friends with you or no.”
“Would he? Is he clever enough for that?”
“Oh, yes,” said Gwyn; “he knows an honest man when he sees him, doesn’t he, Joe?”
“To be sure he does.”
“Think o’ that, now,” said the man. “All right, then. Don’t you two go again’ me. I’ll start for the office at once.”
“Here, what’s your name?”
“Dinass—Thomas Dinass,” said the man, with a laugh, “but I’m mostly called Tom. That all?”