I turned back.

"The Greenland mail ought to be in to-day.

If Callan's contrived to get his flood-gates open, run his stuff in, there's a good chap.

It's a feature and all that, you know." "I suppose Soane's to have a look at it," I asked.
"Oh, yes," he answered; "but tell him to keep strictly to old Cal's lines--rub that into him.

If he were to get drunk and run in some of his own tips it'd be awkward.