"Ho, that one?" said Mr. Wilks, beating time and waiting further
revelations.

"Do you think you ought to use it much?" inquired Hardy.

Mr. Wilks looked at it, or, to be more exact, looked at both of them, and
smiled weakly. His previous idea recurred to him with renewed force now,
and several things in the young man's behaviour, hitherto disregarded,
became suddenly charged with significance. Miss Nugent looked on with an
air of cynical interest.

"Better not run any risk," said Hardy, gravely. "I shall be very pleased
to see Miss Nugent home, if she will allow me."

"What is the matter with it?" inquired Miss Nugent, looking him full in
the face.

Hardy hesitated. Diplomacy, he told himself, was one thing; lying
another. He passed the question on to the rather badly used Mr. Wilks.

"Matter with it?" repeated that gentleman, glaring at him reproachfully.
"It's got shootin' pains right up it. I suppose it was walking miles and
miles every day in London, looking for the cap'n, was too much for it."

"Is it too bad for you to take me home, Sam?" inquired Miss Nugent,
softly.

The perturbed Mr. Wilks looked from one to the other. As a sportsman his
sympathies were with Hardy, but his duty lay with the girl.