"He got up and made a break for the door. Whisht," he shot one palm across the other with a swift gesture—"like that, and went in."
"Which door was that—which side?"
Dannie waved his right hand.
"This one—the door he came out of—this side!"
"The Azalea Woods Estates," came from George.
The old man gave him a quick glance, a razor-sharp reproof, and turning to Dannie held out his hand.
"Well, Dannie, that's a wonderful story, and it's great the way you tell it. Let's shake on it." The little boy stepped forward and put his small, thin paw in the chief's big palm. "You've told it to all the fellows on the block, haven't you?"
Dannie shook his head.
"I ain't told it to a soul till this mornin', when I couldn't hold it no more and let out to Paw and Maw."
"Why didn't you tell?"