'Well,' I laughed, 'perhaps so. But I want to lick that man Slavin. I've
just seen him, and he's just what Craig calls him, "a slick son of the
devil." Don't be shocked; he says it is Scripture.'

'Revised version,' said Graeme gravely, while Craig looked a little
abashed.

'What is assigned me, Mr. Craig? for I know that this man is simply your
agent.'

I repudiated the idea, while Mr. Craig said nothing.

'What's my part?' demanded Graeme.

'Well,' said Mr. Craig hesitatingly, 'of course I would do nothing till
I had consulted you; but I want a man to take my place at the sports. I
am referee.'

'That's all right,' said Graeme, with an air of relief; 'I expected
something hard.'

'And then I thought you would not mind presiding at dinner--I want it to
go off well.'

'Did you notice that?' said Graeme to me. 'Not a bad touch, eh?'

'That's nothing to the way he touched me. Wait and learn,' I answered,
while Craig looked quite distressed. 'He'll do it, Mr. Craig, never
fear,' I said, 'and any other little duty that may occur to you.'