There is--so Pawson told me before I left my house--a little money coming in from a ground rent--a few months off, perhaps, but more than enough to pay Todd back--he gives Jemima every cent of his wages--and when this does come in and I can get out once more, I'm going to order my life so I can make a respectable showing of some kind." He paused for a moment, fastened his gaze again on Harry, and continued: "As to my going back to Pawson's, I am not altogether sure that that is the wisest thing to do.

I may have to leave again as soon as I get comfortably settled in my bed.

I turned out at his bidding before and may have to turn again when he says the word.

So don't kindle too many fires with Pawson's wood--I hadn't a log to my name when I left--or it may warm somebody's else's shins besides mine," and a merry twinkle shone in his eyes.
Harry burst out laughing.
"Wood or no wood, Uncle George, I'm going to be landlord now--Pawson can move out and graze his cattle somewhere else.

I'm going to take charge of the hut and stock and the pack mules and provisions--and with a gun, if necessary--" and he levelled an imaginary fowling-piece with a boyish gesture.
"Don't you try to move anybody without an order of the court!" cried St.George, joining in the merriment.