“There he is now, outside there.”
At this Spencer pushed back his chair and went to the window. “Hello, there, Pete,” he called. “Ain't you coming to dinner?”
“Yes, be right along.”
Dick stopped eating at the sound of the last voice, and listened, his fork in the air, for what was coming next. Hearing nothing further, he faced around and watched the door. A moment later in came Roche, trying to greet the men without looking at his former captain, and sliding into his chair with averted face.
“Mr. Roche, don't you know Cap'n Smiley?” said Spencer.
“Yes, yes, I know him. How are you, Cap'n?”
“How are you, Pete? How'd you get here?”
“Oh, I—” Roche was embarrassed. “I used to work for Mr. Spencer, and when I left you he took me back.”
Dick merely grunted, and went on eating.
“Here, Estelle!” called Spencer. “Estelle, Cap'n Smiley'd like another piece o' pie. Ain't Estelle there, Josie?”