“But I do not need you, my good Halfred. I was just going to say farewell to you this moment.”
“I'm a-coming,” he persisted.
“Even against my wishes?”
“Beg pardon, sir, but that there furriner, 'e' s in this show, ain't he?”
“Why should you think so?”
“I smells a rat, sir, as soon as I sees 'im. I don't mean no offence, but you don't know Hengland as well as I do. I'll come along, sir, and if you happens to be thinking of a trip across the channel, I was thinking, sir, a change of hair wouldn't do me no 'arm.”
“But I cannot allow you! There is danger!”
“Just as I thought, sir; but I'm ready for 'em.”
And, laying down the bag, he showed me the butt of an immense pistol in his overcoat-pocket.
“Halfred,” I cried, “you may not glitter, but you are of gold! Come, then, my brave fellow, if you will!”