Bannister, "tell one of the footmen to go out into the avenue
and pick up some wooden bricks which he will find there. Dingle's
little brother has let some fall."
As Keggs left the room Steve's pent-up nervousness exploded in a whirl
of words.
"Aw say, boss, quit yer kiddin'. You know this kid ain't anything to do
with me. Why, say, how would he be any relation of a roughneck like me?
Come off the roof, bo. You know well enough who he is. He's your
grandson. On the level."
Mr. Bannister looked at William, now engaged in running the wheelbarrow
up and down the room, emitting the while a curious sound, possibly to
encourage an imaginary horse. The inspection did not seem to excite him
or afford him any pleasure.
"Oh!" he said.
Steve was damped, but resumed gamely:
"Say, boss, this is the greatest kid on earth. I'm not stringing you,
honest. He's a wonder. On the level, did you ever see a kid that age
with a pair of shoulders on him like what this kid's got? Say, squire,
what's the matter with calling the fight off and starting fair? Miss
Ruth would be tickled to death if you would. Can the rough stuff,
colonel. I know you think you've been given a raw deal, Kirk chipping
in like that and copping off Miss Ruth, but for the love of Mike, what
does it matter? You seen for yourself what a dandy kid this is.
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