“Oh, you will, will you, young scapegrace? What did you come here for anyway? Not to palaver about how thankful you are that you got knocked out, stayed a week in bed and had your salary paid all the time. I’ll bet you didn’t come for that. Want a raise of salary already?”
“Hardly. If you’ll give me a chance, I’ll tell you, Mr. Sparling.”
“Go on. Say it quick.”
“I have been thinking about the fall I got, since I’ve been laid up.”
“Nothing else to think about, eh?”
“And the more I think about it, the more it bothers me.”
“Does, eh?” grunted Mr. Sparling, busying himself with his papers.
“Yes, sir. I don’t suppose it would be possible for me to get the broken wire now, would it? No doubt it was thrown away.”
The showman peered up at the boy suspiciously.
“What do you want of it?”