You know he is down for the pipes.

He's simply got to be there and I'll get him if I have to bring him in a crate, pipes, kilt and all." And Nesbitt, knowing that Dunn never promised what he could not fulfil, went off to his tub in fair content.

He knew his captain.
As Dunn was putting on his coat Rob came in, distress written on his face.
"Are you going to get Cameron, Jack ?" he asked timidly.

"I asked Nesbitt, and he said--" "Now look here, youngster," said his big brother, then paused.

The distress in the lad's face checked his words.