He did not in the least wish for company himself.

He glanced at the girl again.
"Very good, sir," he said.

"Then if you'll wait here I'll be back in five minutes--I've got to get my belongings." He nodded to the low farm buildings in the valley just below the village.
"We will await you here, sir," said the Major magnificently, stroking his mustache.
* * * * * As Frank came back up the little hill a few minutes later, he had made up his mind as to what to say and do.

It was his first experience of a gentleman-tramp, and it was obvious that under the circumstances he could not pretend to be anything else himself.

But he was perfectly determined not to tell his name.