I trust you." "That settles it, sir," said Nick cheerily.

"The job is mine." He turned round with a certain arrogance of bearing, and walked to the door.

But there he stopped, looking back through the darkness at the dim figures he had left.
"Perhaps you will tell Miss Roscoe that you have appointed me deputy-governor," he said.

"And tell her not to be frightened, sir.
Say I'm not such a bogey as I look, and that she will be perfectly safe with me." His tone was half-serious, half-jocular.

He wrenched open the door not waiting for a reply.
"I must go back to the guns," he said, and the next moment was gone, striding carelessly down the passage, and whistling a music-hall ballad as he went..