"Yes."
"Oh! but that's no good either, you mustn't attract attention in that way. I tell you what, we'll set a trap and collar the brute. You'll have to be the bait. And—say Bounce and I, we ought to be able to effect a capture."
"That's so, but what then?"
"Oh, anything. Bribery, threats, or we might shanghai the beast off to Australia."
Carstairs was dubious. "They'll give it a rest for a bit now. He's as cunning as a fox, that gipsy, he knows I recognized him. Damn him! I'd have hit him over the head with my stick as he passed if the guv'nor hadn't been there."
"Well, anyway, shall we call in Bounce? You've already told him the story, haven't you?"
"Yes. Bounce's great idea is a heavy right on the jaw. 'Get in close and hit hard,'" he said.
"That's very sound, too. After your guv'nor's gone, we'll hold a council of war. Bounce may have some reliable pals. Good night, old chap, keep your pecker up."
"Thanks. It's jolly good of you to lend me a hand over a rotten business like this."
"That's alright. As I observed before, I like playing with fire."