On another occasion he put a further difficulty before the Ewart Stotts. "Look here! I’m going to take you again into my confidence. I want you to find me an assistant, some one of your own kin in Australia who would come out here at short notice on an agreement for three years—I even want two men, one of them versed in shorthand and typewriting who could be my secretary. I don’t know any one in England who isn’t either a rotter or a potential rotter, or hasn’t got a job already. There’s my brother Geoffrey, but he’s a Commander now in the Navy, getting on fine, and simply wouldn’t think of chucking the service to come here. My other brother is well suited as a land-agent. I want something Australian, some one as like you two as possible. I don’t mind a moderate amount of religion, as long as it doesn’t waste their time on week-days, and they can’t be too teetotal for my liking. No Whisky-drinker need apply." "Why, I believe we know of the very two, at any rate of the principal one," said Mrs. Stott: "My nephew Phil Ewart. I haven’t seen him since he was a baby, but my brother’s wife writes to me now and again and says he’s doing very well on a big sheep run in Queensland...." "Well then, look here: let’s draft a cablegram that I can send off from the coast. I’ll guarantee him a year’s salary and, if he turns out satisfactory, a three years’ agreement—£500 a year. He can choose any likely young fellow ... good character ... abstainer ... serve as clerk ... £200 a year commence ... take steamer Australia-Durban, and German steamer Durban-Saadani, and so on, up-country. If I get ’em here by November I can give em three months’ trial before I set out for home.... _Must_ take a holiday next year and bring my wife out afterwards. Don’t like to leave this business without a Britisher in it to watch my interests, don’t you know, and advise me how things are going while I am away."