"You're the second man within ten minutes or so who has wanted to get to the camp in a hurry," said Templeton.
"Do you say that, now? And what like might the first be, if you please to tell me?"
Templeton was considering how to begin a serious description; but Eves forestalled him.
"A fur-lined coat, a bristly moustache, and a voice like a corncrake. That's near enough for anythink."
"It is that," said the stranger, his blue eyes twinkling for an instant. His expression became grave as he added: "Sure it's mighty unlucky, without you have a car. They told me in the town I'd get one here, or nowhere at all."
"I'm sorry I haven't one handy," said Templeton. "Ours are out."
"I say, Bob, what about the road yacht?" said Eves, who had been attracted by the civility of the Irishman, and with quick wit had jumped to the conclusion that he was on the same errand as the boor. "There's a spanking wind."
"Well, if he doesn't mind risking it," said Templeton, dubiously.
"'Deed now, I'll be after risking anything."
"Anythink?" said Eves.