CHAPTER X
IRRALIE'S DESERTS
The voices were in dispute so warm that even the Englishman's had lost something of its habitual drawling deliberation. But not until the speakers were inside the stable could the pair without catch a word. Then they heard everything through the cracks and crannies between log and log.
"Look you hear, my good Young! This station is my property, and I don't intend to have the police on the place at all."
"Very sorry, Mr. Fullarton; but Mr. Villiers is still manager of the station; and I gave him my word they should be sent for hours ago. If you object, wake up the boss and settle it with him."
"Of course, I won't do that! But I do object; and I only wish you kept all your promises as well!"
