"Good now; that saves me the trouble of asking ye which is Mr. Robert Templeton. No, no," he added, as Templeton held out his hand.  "Ye’ll sign the bit o’ paper first. Just there, with my pencil, an ’ee please; ’twon’t rub out, and I’ve got to think of my fame in the land; forty year in the service and no complaints, I don’t care who the man is."