"You are Harry West?" the boy began.
"That is my name, for the want of a better," replied Harry.
"Then there is a little matter to be settled between you and me. You helped my folks out last night, and I want to pay you for it."
"Your folks?"
"My name is Edward Flint."
"Then you are Joe's son."
"I am," replied Edward, who did not seem to feel much honored by the relationship.
"Your folks were in a bad condition last night."
"That's a fact; they were."
"But I didn't know Joe had a son as old as you are."