Bobby only laughed. He was glad to have his mind taken up by something beside the fact of his father's going away.
"Say!" said Pee Wee, cordially. "Don't you want to look over the place?"
"We'd be very glad to," admitted Bobby.
Pee Wee made no effort to rise at first. He merely bawled after another boy who was some distance away:
"Hey, Purdy! Don't you want to beau the greenhorns around?"
Fred Martin doubled his fist again and scowled at the placid fat boy, but Bobby warned him by a shake of the head. The boy addressed, who was smaller than Pee Wee, but who was well out of his reach, turned and made a face at the fat boy, saying:
"Do your own work, Fatty. Don't try to put it off on me."
Pee Wee was quite unmoved by this rough retort. He looked around and hailed another lad:
"Jimmy Ailshine! come on and show the newsies all the lions, will you?"
"For why?" demanded the boy addressed.