It was a boyish trick, but very successful.

Within three minutes, at the utmost, P.C.Robinson hurried past, using a stalking, stealthy stride which was distinctly ludicrous.
The eyes of the two men met, but Grant alone was prepared.
"Hello, Robinson!" he cried cheerfully.

"What's the rush?
Surely our rural peace has not been disturbed again ?" Robinson knew he had been "sold," but rose to the occasion.
"Excuse me, Mr.Grant," he puffed.

"Can't wait now.

Have an appointment.
I'll see you later." Honor demanded that he should not relax that swift pace.