While these things were passing through his mind, his companion looked about him with cool indifference, kicking the leaves and sticks at his feet, and whistling in a low tone some operatic air.  Then he broke silence.  "Which is it to be, Mr Huntingdon?" he asked.  "Am I to keep little George, or do you wish to have him back again?  You know the conditions; and you may be sure that I should not have taken the trouble to meet you here if I had any thoughts of changing my mind."