“How did he know, then?” said Chris, growing angry. “I never said a word to any one else.”
“What do you mean, Chris?” said the doctor sternly.
“Why, I invented that plan, father,” cried Chris, “exactly as Griggs says; and I was going to propose it, only Griggs spoke first.”
“I never knew you thought the same way, squire,” said Griggs quietly.
“It was my invention,” said Chris warmly.
“Very well, lad, you may have it,” said Griggs. “It’s yours, then.”
“Yes,” cried Chris, “and I’ll go and throw the hook till I catch the chain.”
“Nay! That’s where I come in, my lad,” cried Griggs. “You shall have all the credit, but I’ll do the work.”
“No, no,” said Chris angrily. “It’s my invention, and I shall do it.”
“No,” said the doctor firmly; “you both had the same idea, my boy, but Mr Griggs is your senior, he is better adapted for the dangerous task, and you must give way.”