"Better quiet the dog, then," Power answered. "Go steady there. I'll see you down."
He jumped to the ground and threw a stone at the dog, which dropped its tail and stopped barking. He held Gregory's horse, and Gregory climbed down. The man was fairly on his legs, when a keen voice called from one of the tents—"Is that you, boss? Boosed, I suppose?"
"There's a gen'leman here to see yer," Gregory shouted.
"Wot?"
"A gen'leman to see yer."
"Aw, blast yer, come to bed an' don't wake me up."
"I tell yer a gen'leman's here."
"Can't yer shut it?"
"Gen'leman. I say. Gen'leman."
A pause followed on this. At last the voice from the tent cried—"Get up, Moll, and see wot dad's after. I've not had a square sleep fer a week."