'I am not so sure. Do you think you could get him?'
I laughed. 'You are a good one.'
'Well,' he replied, half defiantly, 'is not this your fight too?'
'You make me think so, though I am bound to say I hardly recognise
myself to day. But here goes,' and before I knew it I was describing
our plans to Graeme, growing more and more enthusiastic as he sat in his
sleigh, listening with a quizzical smile I didn't quite like.
'He's got you too,' he said; 'I feared so.'
'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.
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