The boy turned and stared at him, open-eyed and open-mouthed. Then he whistled softly but with emphasis.
“Say!” he exclaimed, finally, “where’ve you been?”
“Well, I—” Mr. Robinson faltered, and the other gave a grunt of disgust.
“Gee, I thought everybody knew ‘Rob’!”
“Knew——?”
“‘Rob.’ His name’s Robinson; they call him ‘Rob’ for short. He’s the captain, of course. Didn’t you know that?”
“Well, yes, I did, now that you mention it,” answered the man humbly. “Is—is he pretty good?”
“Pretty good! Why, he’s a star! He’s a wonder! He’s—” Words failed him. “Say, you must live in Chelsea!” he said at last.
“Chelsea?” repeated Mr. Robinson. “No, I don’t live there.”