“No, no. Just the contrary. Is he in?”
“Somewhere. He will be here in a minute. There he is now. I will send him to you.”
Will came readily at the call of the salesman, who directed him to his visitor.
“Want to see me?” asked Will, demurely, looking curiously at the old man.
“Yes, my lad,” was the reply. “You ran away so quickly the other day that I had no time to thank you for your kindness.”
“I twig you now,” said Will, vigorously. “You’re the old chap I picked up from under the car-wheels. Glad to see you ag’in.”
“I would like you to come to my house. I want to have a talk with you.”
“Ain’t got no notion of being talked to death,” said Will. “Let’s have it here.”
“No,” said the old gentleman, decidedly. “I can’t interfere with Mr. Leonard’s business. Here is my card. I hope you will call on me this evening. What is your name, my lad?”
“Willful Will is what folks generally call me. I s’pose that’s name enough. What’s yourn?”