"Who's in a bad temper now?" asked Bellshaw.
"You're enough to rile a parson," said Nick.
"I never tried. I don't know much about 'em. I haven't got a chaplain at Mintaro."
"By all accounts you ought to have."
"What for?"
"To marry you," said Nick laughing.
Bellshaw swore and left him. Nick looked after him.
"He's a rotter if ever there was one, but he's been straight with me so far, and he'd better continue to walk the line. The first time he steps off it I'll push him right down," he thought, then went into the Federal.
"Is Mr. Makeshift in?" he asked the young lady presiding over the entry book in the desk, on the right hand side near the door.
"Oh, it's you, Mr. Gerard. Yes, he's in. He's been asking for you," and she told him where to find him.