I'll see you clothed and fed and snug in bed.
Where's your kit, by the way?
Is it in the burn along with the car ?' 'It's in my pocket,' I said, brandishing a toothbrush.

'I'm a Colonial and travel light.' 'A Colonial,' he cried.

'By Gad, you're the very man I've been praying for.

Are you by any blessed chance a Free Trader ?' 'I am,' said I, without the foggiest notion of what he meant.
He patted my shoulder and hurried me into his car.

Three minutes later we drew up before a comfortable-looking shooting box set among pine-trees, and he ushered me indoors.