"I've got enough for you, Colonel Sharpley," he said, "in case we stay out longer than we anticipate."
The landlord closely followed him, and addressed himself to Sharpley:
"Will not monsieur have a guide?" he asked.
"No," said Sharpley.
"My son, Baptiste, is an experienced guide, and can show monsieur and his young friend the finest prospects."
"I shall need no guide," said Sharpley, impatiently. "Frank, come along."
"It will only be six francs," persisted the landlord, "and Baptiste—"
"I don't want Baptiste," said Sharpley, gruffly. "Plague take the man!" he muttered to himself. "He is making himself a regular nuisance."
"I wish he would take a guide," thought Frank, no suspicion of the importance to himself of having one entering his mind.