"But it was really necessary," he replied; "there shall be no more of it to-day, on my word of honour."
She stooped and laid a hand on Jim's curly head.
"This is my little cousin, Jim," she said.
Master Jim was staring open-mouthed at Winn. Under his arm he held a book of some kind.
"Jim," continued Lady Dorothy, "this gentleman is——"
"I know," blurted out Jim, without waiting for the introduction to be finished. He hastily opened the book and turned over the leaves with feverish impatience. Finally he selected a page and held it out for Winn's inspection.
"I know," he went on, his finger pointing to a red daub at the bottom, "you're the man who did this."
Winn looked, and saw that a map of South Africa was before his eyes. He laughed as he grasped the compliment.
"Yes, it's British now, right enough," he said.
Jim nodded. His gaze was fixed wonderingly on the bronzed face of the tall man. Then a sudden eager look spread over his face.