“Well,” Eddy replied, slowly, “if you really want to know, it was me brought her here, and now I’m goin’ to take her away again; that’s all.”
Once more Ross was conscious of a disarming pity for the boy. He thought he had never seen a human creature who looked so unhappy.
“Look here, Eddy!” he remarked. “Who is she, anyhow?”
“Her?” said Eddy. “Why what does it matter?”
Ross was silent for a moment.
“I—I’m interested in the little girl,” he said, half ashamed of this weakness. “I’d like to know where she’s going.”
“Gawd knows,” said Eddy, briefly.
“What do you mean?”
“She can’t stay here,” said Eddy. “That’s one sure thing.”
Again he looked at Ross, with a strange intensity, as if he were trying desperately to read that quite unreadable face.