Alf was in such haste that he forgot to express his thanks. Racing over to Jim the little fellow said something in a very low voice.
"No; I won't!" roared Ferrers. "Nothing of the sort!"
"Does he want you to get the 'makings,' Jim!" called Tom.
"Yes; but I won't do it," the guide retorted.
"Please do," asked Tom.
"What? You ask me to do it, sir? Then all right. I will."
"What do you want to do that for?" murmured Harry.
"Let the poor little runt have his 'makings,' if he wants," Tom proposed. "But I don't believe that Alf will smoke the little white pests very much longer."
"You're going to stop him?"
"I'm going to make him want to stop it himself," Tom rejoined, with a slight grin.