“What is it?” asked Evan, exchanging an amused glance with Malcolm.
“It’s an improved foot-scraper for doorsteps. It’s all well enough to get the mud off the soles of your shoes, but why not clean it off the uppers, too? Now, look here. Where’s my pad? Either of you got a pencil? Thanks. Now then!”
[CHAPTER V]
EVAN IS WARNED
“What’s the name?”
It was the tall youth whom Evan had begun to thoroughly detest who asked the question, and who, with note-book in hand and pencil poised, impatiently awaited an answer.
“Kingsford,” replied Evan.
“What age?” continued the other, looking as though he had never seen Evan before.
“Fifteen.”