The stranger's grin grew more pronounced, so that he showed a set of perfect white teeth; which again suggested the gipsy.
"I'm General Lord Kitchener, that's who I am--don't you know me from the photographs? And as to what business I have to be here, I always thought that Newcaster Heath was common grazing ground, and that people could go about all over it just exactly as they please."
"What have you been doing behind those bushes?"
"What have I been doing?--that's it, what have I?"
"Have you been listening?"
The stranger looked his questioner straight in the face, with a grin in his eyes and on his lips; then he winked. The action was more significant than any words could have been; it moved the man to sudden anger.
"You young hound!"
"Steady on! I'm no more a hound than you. No names; if it comes to that perhaps I'm as good at chucking names about as you are--Mr Frazer."
"You know my name?"
"I heard you tell her what it was; and very nice it was of you to tell her."