'But you're such an uncertain kind of chap.

You don't seem to care much whether you work or not.

You're too independent, you know; one can't say two words to you but you must needs clear off.' The man made no answer.
'We can't tolerate that kind of thing, you know,' Hunter added.

'If we were to encourage men of your stamp we should never know where we are.' So saying, Hunter moved away and again proceeded on his journey.
When he arrived within about three yards of the gate he noiselessly laid his machine against the garden fence.

The high evergreens that grew inside still concealed him from the observation of anyone who might be looking out of the windows of the house.