“Oh, I heard what you said,” continued the artist. “I do it because I can judge distance better that way. But as I was saying, Drinkwater here is a very good friend indeed, and if it had not been for his kindness, my little accident would have been twice as annoying as it is. Thanks to his help, I am able to go out painting and fishing all the same, and I am very grateful to him.”
“I don’t want that, master,” said the man. “I don’t want thanks;” and he slouched off, leaving the boys and the artist to continue the conversation.
“Surly old toad!” said Will. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Something must have put him out,” said the artist.
“But he’s always getting into his nasty tempers.”
“Ah, well, he’ll soon come round. He has been most thoughtful for me.”
“But I say, Mr Manners,” said Josh, “you will be able to come fishing to-night, won’t you?”
“Don’t know,” said the artist.
“Oh, yes,” cried Will. “We will look after you; won’t we, Josh?”
“Of course.”