He's the steward.

I--I know a fine place to fish.
Would you mind coming along?
Look out, please! You're awful big and they'll see you.

I don't know what they'd do to us if they ketched us.
It would be dreadful.

Would you mind sneaking, mister?
Make yourself little.

Right up this way." The Prince led the way up the bank, followed by the amused American, who stooped so admirably that the boy, looking back, whispered that it was "just fine." At the top of the knoll, the Prince turned into a little shrub-lined path leading down to the banks of the pool almost directly below the rocky face of the grotto.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered to his new friend.