"Yes, who is it?" he scoffed. "Don't ye know?"
"Would I be askin' if I did?" demanded Jim.
"Humph!" grunted the other. "Well, you'll know him fast enough one of these days, sonny, never fear. There don't no one hang out here more'n a month 'fore he spots 'em."
"'Spots 'em'!"
"Sure! He's Danny O'Flannigan."
"Well?"
Into Bob's face came a look of pitying derision.
"'Well,'" he mocked. "Mebbe 't will be 'well,' an' then again mebbe 't won't. It all depends on yer dad."
"On dad!"
"Sure! He's Danny O'Flannigan, the boss o' this ward."