“I might have known you were Stephen Ray’s son,” said the stranger thoughtfully.
“Do you know my father?” asked Clarence.
“I am on my way to call upon him.”
“I don’t think it will do any good. He never gives money to tramps.”
“I have a great mind to give you another shaking up,” said the man, and in some fear Clarence edged away from him.
It was evident that this shabby-looking stranger had not a proper respect for those who were in a higher station.
“I will tell him not to give you anything,” continued Clarence.
“Like father, like son,” said the stranger thoughtfully, apparently not disturbed by the boy’s threats.
Evidently he was no common tramp, or he would have been more respectful to the son of the man from whom he was probably about to ask a favor.
“You just wait till you see my father. He’ll give you a lecture that you won’t soon forget.”