In less than a quarter of an hour the bootblack was back, munching the last of a big doughnut.
"Ain't come yet?"
"Not yet, Mickety."
"Kin I stay an' help yer watch fer him?"
"If you wish, certainly."
"He may try to do yer ag'in, an' I kin call a cop."
"That is so. Yes, stay with me, and I will pay you for your trouble."
"Huh! don't want no pay, Mr. —— Yer didn't tell me yer name."
"Ralph Nelson."
"I ain't askin' fer no pay, Mr. Nelson. Dis sort of a job is nuthin' but fun."