“That will do,” said Piper, raising his hand; “we can go into that matter at a less pressing moment than the present. What sort is Rowton’s boy?”
“A fine lad,” said Scrivener.
“You have seen him?”
“Often.”
“Describe him.”
“Slim, dark, tall,” answered Scrivener; “plucky, a little dare-devil like his uncle there—in short, Silver himself in miniature.”
“Suitable, do you think?” said Long John, looking fixedly at Scrivener.
“Undoubtedly; the very lad for our purpose; heaps of go in him; don’t know the meaning of funk; slippery and agile as an eel.”
“That will do, Scrivener,” said Long John.
Scrivener retired down the room and Long John turned to Rowton.