"I'm General Lord Kitchener, that's who I am--don't you know me from the photographs? And as to what business I have to be here, I always thought that Newcaster Heath was common grazing ground, and that people could go about all over it just exactly as they please." "What have you been doing behind those bushes?" "What have I been doing?--that's it, what have I?" "Have you been listening?" The stranger looked his questioner straight in the face, with a grin in his eyes and on his lips; then he winked. The action was more significant than any words could have been; it moved the man to sudden anger. "You young hound!" "Steady on! I'm no more a hound than you. No names; if it comes to that perhaps I'm as good at chucking names about as you are--Mr Frazer." "You know my name?" "I heard you tell her what it was; and very nice it was of you to tell her." There was an insinuation in the grin with which the words were accompanied which stung the man again. "My lad, I've a mind to break your neck." "Have you? Then you take my tip, and keep your mind to yourself. I've some friends not far from here, and if you try to come any of your games with me I'll give them a call, and they'll be here in double quick time; then you'll find that breaking necks is a game that more than one can play at." Mr Frazer regarded the speaker as if he were considering whether or not to take him at his word, and let him give his friends a call. Then he turned to the girl, his tone as easy and courteous as ever: "I think I'll put this parcel inside there, and then, while you're changing, I can have a talk with this young gentleman." The girl seemed uncomfortable, undecided. "What does he want?" It was the younger man who replied: "That's it, miss--what does he want? I wouldn't mind having what he thinks he's going to get; you can take that from me." Mr Frazer ignored the other's words. Going to the caravan with the parcel in his hand he placed it just inside the door. Then he turned to the girl again, beckoning to her with his hand. "If you please! You remember what I said about half-an-hour? I shall be so glad if you can make it convenient to be ready." She hesitated; looking sideways at the stranger. Then she moved to Mr Frazer, who was by the steps which led into the caravan. "Why won't you tell me what he wants?" "Because I don't know--but I soon shall; and all the sooner if you'll leave us alone together." The young man called out from among the gorse: "He thinks he's going to bounce me as soon as your back's turned, miss--oh, he's a deep 'un!" Mr Frazer, still ignoring him, said to the girl: "Please will you try to be ready inside those thirty minutes?" "Will you be ready?"