"In with you," repeated the tall stranger firmly. "Go now or not at all." He held the bill before the boy's eyes. "I have my car at the inn. I'll take care of Pete."
The boy looked eagerly at the money. "Can't I tell the boss?"
"I'll fix it with the boss. Here's your money. In with you."
The next minute the car was rattling down the street and Ben went back into the store where Pete was still being badgered by a laughing crowd persisting in questions about the angel.
As Pete caught sight of him, the obstinate expression in his dull eyes did not at first change, but in a minute something familiar in the look of the stranger impressed him, and suddenly he knew.
"Was it you? Was it you?" the boy blurted out, elbowing the others aside and approaching Ben eagerly.
The bystanders looked curiously at the stranger and at the excited boy.
"I want to have a little talk with you, Pete," said Ben. The dwarf's staring eyes had filled.
"Is she here? Has she come down again?" he cried, unmindful of the gaping listeners.
"Be quiet," returned Ben. Then he turned to the grocer. "I've sent your boy on an errand," he said, and he handed the man a bill. "Will that pay you for his time? I've paid him."