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"Sir," said he, "I honour and respect you to that degree as it would be a joy to fight such a man as you and a rare privilege t' knock you down but, sir, if I was to knock ye down " "You'd earn a five-dollar bill." "Five dollars for knockin' you down, sir?" "Every time!" nodded Ravenslee. "But Lord, sir " "Shut up, Joe, shut up," snarled the Old Un, hopping out of the armchair.
Ravenslee, and lowered the pistol. "Me sister's." "Ah so you have a sister?" and Mr. Ravenslee sat up suddenly. "Lots o' guys has, but there ain't a sister like mine in all N' York nor nowheres else." "Who are you? What's your name?" "Spike. Me real name's Arthur, but Arthur sounds kinder soft an' sissy; nobody don't call me Arthur 'cept her, an' I don't mind her." "And what's her name?"
Listen to 'em; they love t' get blood for their entrance money, an' they're sure gettin' it. Some one's bein' knocked out come on!" It was a dark night, for there was no moon and the stars were hidden; thus, as Ravenslee followed the Spider, he found himself stumbling over the uneven ground of a vacant lot, a lonely place beyond which lay the distant river.
At this juncture Ravenslee appeared, whereupon Joe, having reached the topmost landing, set the old man upon his natty feet and fell to straightening his smart clothes with hands big but gentle. "Sir," explained Joe, answering Ravenslee's smiling look, "Old Sin an' Sorrer here wouldn't walk up, which forced me to " But now the Old Un, feeling himself again, cut in on his own account.
Then Ravenslee turned and followed Hermione out upon the dingy landing; but as he climbed the stair, there went with him the memory of a little face, very thin and pale, but radiant and all aglow with rapturous hope. Silently as they had come they mounted the stairs, until, reaching the topmost landing, they paused as by mutual consent.
Brimberly bowed and went from the room with one hand still clutching his whisker very much as though he had taken himself into custody and were leading himself out. "Say," exclaimed Spike in a hoarse whisper and edging nearer to Mr. Ravenslee, "who's His Whiskers de swell guy with d' face trimmings?"
Trapes, turning the gaily bedecked box over and over, and glaring at it fierce-eyed. "Fer me?" "If you will deign acceptance." "Candy!" she repeated, elbows a-twitch. "Fer me? Land sakes, Mr. Geoffrey, I I " Here, very abruptly, she turned about and vanished into the kitchen. Mr. Ravenslee, lounging upon his white bed, was taking languid stock of his purchases when Mrs.
Observing all of which, Ravenslee forthwith saluted the small invalid with a grave bow, battered hat gracefully flourished. "It is truly an honour to meet you, princess!" said he, and lifting the child's frail little hand, he touched it to his lips.
"But you haven't told me what it is," said Ravenslee drowsily. "What what is?" "That very peculiar woolly thing." "This?" said Mrs.
"You've broken an awful lot of things lately, boy dear," she sighed. "Never mind get on with your supper, dear." "Oh, I'm all right, but what about you? Gee, Hermy, you sure do talk!" "Do I, dear?" "Well, I guess! You keep on at poor old Geoff so he don't get a chance for a real proper chew." "But then you see," said Ravenslee, "I would much rather talk than eat sometimes." "But say, Geoff "
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