“I can harness as well as he can,” a small voice cried.
Then Martin rose. “I'll harness,” he said, sullenly. “You'll get hurt”—to the boy. “She don't like children round her.” He took hold of the boy's small shoulders and pushed him away from the restive horse, and grasped the bridle. Carroll strode out of the stable.
“Say,” said Eddy, to the man.
“Well, what? I've got to have my pay. I've worked here long enough for nothin'.”
“When I'm a man I'll pay you,” said Eddy, with dignity and severity. “You must not speak to papa that way again, Martin.”
Martin looked from the tall horse to the small boy, and began to laugh.
“I'll pay you with interest,” repeated the boy, and the man laughed again.
“Much obleeged,” said he.
“I don't see, now, why you need to worry just because papa hasn't paid you,” said Eddy, and walked out of the stable with a gait exactly like his father.
The man threw the harness over the horse and whistled.