“I will,” said Ben. “I will look upon you as my friends.”
“I suppose that is ‘conquering a peace,’” he reflected as the two newsboys left the scene of the conflict.
“I say, you fought well,” said a tall, well dressed man, who had watched the fight with interest. “What was up?”
“They warned me not to sell papers here. They said I was interfering with them.”
“And you wouldn’t have it? Good! I admire your pluck. How many papers have you got left?”
“Eight.”
“Here, give them to me.”
“But they are all the same.”
“Never mind! I want to help you along. Here’s a quarter. Never mind the change.”
“Thank you, sir.”