“Certainly,” said Stan.
“Very well, then. Come and have a look at my quarters. They’re a bit rough, but you say you won’t mind roughing it.”
“No,” said Stan; “I’ve come here to do the best I can.”
“Oh!” said the manager in a tone full of surprise; “that’s what you’ve come for, is it?”
“Of course,” said Stan, wondering at the tone the man had taken.
“Very well, then, we may as well shake hands. I was just thinking of sitting down to dinner when the junk came in sight, so you’ll come and join me—eh?”
“Yes,” said Stan; “I am getting hungry.”
“That’s right. I say, though, squire; you think me a regular ruffian, don’t you?”
“Yes,” said the lad quietly.
“Oh, come! That’s frank, anyhow.”