to make your own arrangements."

He pulled off his hat, and bowed with all the grace imaginable.
But Jim Horscroft pulled me by the sleeve, and led me aside.

"You're mad, Jock," he whispered. "The fellow's a common adventurer.
What do you want to get mixed up with him for?"

But I was as obstinate a man as ever laced his boots, and if you jerked
me back it was the finest way of sending me to the front.

"He's a stranger, and it's our part to look after him," said I.

"You'll be sorry for it," Said he.

"Maybe so."

"If you don't think of yourself, you might think of your cousin."

"Edie can take very good care of herself."

"Well, then, the devil take you, and you may do what you like!" he
cried, in one of his sudden flushes of anger. Without a word of
farewell to either of us, he turned off upon the track that led up
towards his father's house. Bonaventure de Lapp smiled at me as we
walked on together.

"I didn't thought he liked me very much," said he. "I can see very well
that he has made a quarrel with you because you are taking me to your
home. What does he think of me then? Does he think perhaps that I have