His features were sharply cut and keen, his cap was pushed back from his forehead, and he had a pair of shrewdly careless boyish eyes.
Mount Dunstan liked the look of him, and seeing his natural start at the unheralded leap over the gap, which was quite close to him, he spoke.
"Good-morning," he said.

"I am afraid I startled you." "Good-morning," was the response.

"It was a bit of a jolt seeing you jump almost over my shoulder.

Where did you come from?
You must have been just behind me." "I was," explained Mount Dunstan.

"Standing in the park listening to the robin." The young fellow laughed outright.
"Say," he said, "that was pretty fine, wasn't it?
Wasn't he getting it off his chest! He was an English robin, I guess.