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Ten minutes later Jim turned up at Catesby’s tent.

“No ‘home on a trooper’ for you, old man! This Jenkins bird is going to provide you with work.”

“But you’ve got to whitewash the brute!”

“Sure. The Lord alone knows how yet, but he shall have such an elegant ducking in white paint that it won’t ever come off. Your parole’s to be raised for fourteen days, and we’ll work together to pump Jinks so full of self- importance that he’ll burst. Meanwhile, I’ll get some sleep. You do the same. Don’t forget, if anybody asks, that you need liberty to hunt up evidence to clear yourself. So long.”