Early in the morning, just after he had finished breakfast, Bounce arrived with the dogcart. Carstairs saw him, through the little lattice window, walking the horse up and down the village street. He went out to him.
"Good-morning, Bounce. You're early."
"Yes, sir."
Carstairs got into the cart. "Drive over to the camp," he said.
So they drove away, Bounce enlivening the journey with little anecdotes of his travels.
"I picked up a 'bob' yesterday, sir."
"You're lucky."
"Yes, awful lucky chap I am; always picking up something. Picked up a barrel of beer once, me and a mate."
"Yes, a hogshead, I suppose; been lying on the pavement for hours and nobody happened to notice it till you came along."
Bounce laughed. "Well, there was some other blokes as reckoned they saw it first, but we didn't take no notice of them, furriners, they was, see?"