Therefore he passed the time of day with this well-looking stranger, he talked of the weather and the rains on the Moors, the bad state of the roads and the insufficiency of police in the county, of the late rebellion and the newest fashion in coats. Jack Bathurst seemed to fall into his mood. He was shrewd enough to perceive that Sir Humphrey Challoner was in his own estimation playing a diplomatic game of cat and mouse, and it much intrigued Bathurst to know what his ultimate purpose might be. He had not long to wait; after some five minutes of casual conversation, Sir Humphrey went straight for his goal. "Odd’s life!" he said suddenly, interrupting his own flow of small talk, "it wonders me how long that rascally smith’ll stay away from his work. Adsbud! but he’s a lazy vagabond. What say you, sir?" "Nay! you, sir, wrong an honest man," replied Bathurst. "John Stich is a steady worker. Shall I call him for you? I know my way about his cottage." "Nay, I thank you, sir! my purpose can wait. Truth to tell," added his Honour, carelessly, "’twas not the blacksmith’s work I needed, but his help in a trifling matter of business." "Indeed?" "You’ll be surprised perhaps at my question, sir, but have you ever heard mention of that fellow, Beau Brocade?" "Oh! ... vaguely..." "A highwayman, sir, and a consummate rogue, yet your honest John Stich is said to be his friend." "Indeed?" "Now, an you’ll believe me, sir, I have a mind to speak with the rascal." "Indeed? then you are bolder than most, sir," said Jack, cheerfully. He was really beginning to wonder what the Squire of Hartington was driving at. "It seems strange, doesn’t it? but to be frank with you, I’m in two minds about that rogue." "How so?" "Well! I have a score to settle with him, and a business to propose; and I cannot decide which course to adopt." "You, sir, being so clever, might perhaps manage both," said Bathurst with a touch of sarcasm. "Hm! I wonder now," continued Sir Humphrey, not wishing to notice the slight impertinence. "I wonder now what an independent gentleman like yourself would advise me to do. I have not the honour of knowing who you are," he added with grave condescension, "but I can see that you _are_, like myself, a gentleman." Bathurst bowed in polite acknowledgment. "I should be proud to serve you with advice, sir, since you desire it." "Well! as I have said, I have a score to settle with the rogue. He stole fifty guineas from me last night." "Ah me!" sighed Jack, with a melancholy shake of the head, "then I fear me he’ll never haunt the Heath again." "What mean you, sir?" "Nay! I can picture the rascal now, after you, sir, had punished him for his impudence! A mangled, bleeding wreck! But there! I have no pity for him! Daring to measure his valour against your noted prowess!" "Quite so! quite so!" quoth his Honour, whilst smothering a curse at this more obvious piece of insolence.