Sir Bryson spoke his mind warmly to his secretary concerning the latter's interference. Garrod, however, relieved of Jack's presence, recovered a measure of sang-froid.
"I'm sorry," he said smoothly, "but I couldn't stand by and listen to the young ruffian browbeat you."
"Browbeat nothing," said the irate little governor. "Bargaining is bargaining! He stands out for as much as he can."
Garrod turned pale. "You're surely not thinking of engaging him!" he said.
"There's no one else," said Sir Bryson.
"But he's more insolent than the Indian," said Garrod nervously. "And who is he? what is he? Some nameless fugitive from justice!"
"You overlook the fact that he doesn't care whether I engage him or not," said Sir Bryson. "Our assurance lies in that."
"A shallow pretence," cried Garrod.
Sir Bryson turned squarely in his chair. "You seem to be strangely set against hiring this fellow," he said curiously.
Garrod was effectually silenced. With a gesture, he went on with his work.