"Well, well, who was after you?" asked the towering runner, gazing down at the little grimy boy whose head seemed to come somewhere about his high-set knees.
"Nobody," Willie Trigger mumbled.
"Who was that calling?"
"I dunno." Willie looked up and the runner smiled down at him.
"Where do you live?" he asked.
"On Thayer Street."
"Way down there, eh? What you doing up here, then?"
Willie Trigger again looked up into the gaunt creature's long, thin face, then down at the ground into which he proceeded to bore with the stubbed toe of one small shoe.
"Come to see you run," he mumbled, and grinned sheepishly.