“You were testing him? What do you mean?”
“I wanted to see if he was the real goods.”
“Well,” went on Mrs. Balfour, “what is your opinion?”
“I ain’t had no real chanst to find out,” answered Mac, doggedly.
Mrs. Balfour’s lip curled in contempt.
“I’ll tell you an easier way to find out than by fighting. Go to Captain Joe Romano, of the Three Sisters, and ask him who saved you from drowning this morning.”
Three boys looked up astounded.
“Him?” exclaimed Mac—his mouth gaping.
There were a few quick words between Mrs. Balfour and her equally angry hostess.
“Ef it was him,” went on the Gregory boy, “why didn’t he say somethin’? I’m satisfied. He kin come in the club ef he wants to.”