"Don't be in a hurry," said Deaves. "Sit down and let's talk."
He evidently had something on his mind. Evan, curious to learn what it could be, sat down on a trunk.
"You're a good boy, and a strong boy," said the old man. "I'd like to do something for you."
"Don't mention it," said Evan grinning.
"Why don't you come every day and go out with me. I like to walk about. I can't stay cooped up here. I like the streets. But people recognise me."
"And make rude remarks," said Evan to himself.
"But with you I could go anywhere."
"Ah, a body-guard," thought Evan. The idea was not without its attractions. It would be an amusing job. He said:
"If you want to hire me I'm willing. I need the money."
"Hire you!" said the old man in a panic. "I never said anything about hiring you. I just mean a friendly arrangement. You have plenty of time on your hands. I'll give you good advice. Show you how to become a successful man."