“Price!” he shouted, again. “Pri-i-ce!”
The rattling ceased. Then, in the middle distance, above a pile of “two by fours,” appeared Issachar's head, the features agitated and the forehead bedewed with the moisture of honest toil.
“Huh?” yelled Issy. “What's the matter? Be you hollerin' to me?”
“Yes. There's some one here wants to see you.”
“Hey?”
“I say there's some one here who wants to see you.”
“What for?”
“I don't know.”
“Well, find out, can't ye? I'm busy.”
Was that a laugh which Albert heard behind him? He turned around, but the young lady's face wore the same grave, even demure, expression.