“How long ago?”
“About an hour ago.”
John Trafton scowled with disappointment.
“Is he round about home?”
“I don’t think he is.”
“Did he say where he was going?”
“He said he would try to find a job.”
“Why didn’t you keep him? Didn’t you know I wanted to see him?”
“You didn’t ask me to keep him,” said Mrs. Trafton nervously.
“I see how it is,” said the fisherman; “you’re in league with him.”