"Not within six miles."
"Good. Can you drive a motor-car?"
"Should think so!"
"And hire one?"
"Yes; I've got tick at Simpson's. Oh, by Jove! I see what you mean!"
"I'm glad you do; otherwise I would have fancied that your mental sight was defective."
"I see what you mean. But, look here, if I got him down there, how would I feed the beast and keep him hid?"
"Biscuits and tinned meat can be bought, and enough for a fortnight wouldn't cost more than, say, three or four pounds."
"And there's a well there, so we'd have plenty of water," said Mr. Dashwood. "I say, you are a ripper. I'd never have thought of all that."