‘He’s got you too,’ he said; ‘I feared so.’
‘Well,’ I laughed, ‘perhaps so. But I want to lick that man Slavin. I’ve just seen him, and he’s just what Craig calls him, “a slick son of the devil.” Don’t be shocked; he says it is Scripture.’
‘Revised version,’ said Graeme gravely, while Craig looked a little abashed.
‘What is assigned me, Mr. Craig? for I know that this man is simply your agent.’
I repudiated the idea, while Mr. Craig said nothing.
‘What’s my part?’ demanded Graeme.
‘Well,’ said Mr. Craig hesitatingly, ‘of course I would do nothing till I had consulted you; but I want a man to take my place at the sports. I am referee.’
‘That’s all right,’ said Graeme, with an air of relief; ‘I expected something hard.’
‘And then I thought you would not mind presiding at dinner—I want it to go off well.’
‘Did you notice that?’ said Graeme to me. ‘Not a bad touch, eh?’