“But you don’t want to be unjust, Ydoll?”
“Not a bit of it. I’m going to be always as just as Justice. There, let’s get to work again. I’ve a lot of letters to write.”
“One minute, Ydoll. I want you to oblige me in something.”
“If it’s to borrow tuppence, I can’t.”
“Don’t be stupid. I’ve spoken to father about Tom Dinass.”
The dog growled furiously.
“There, you’ve set him off. Quiet, sir!” cried Gwyn.
“It’s your doing. You worry the dog into barking like that. But look here; father said he did not like to see men idle, and that Dinass had been well punished, and he would consent if the Colonel agreed. So I want you to help me.”
“I can’t, Jolly, really.”
“Yes you can, and you must,” said Joe, glancing uneasily towards the door. “For I told him he might come and see the Colonel; and if we ask him, I’m sure he’ll give way. Say you’ll help me.”