"What is there to say?"
"Why—eh—you could tell me what you think."
"I guess you know that already."
Stephen's face turned scarlet.
"I did intend to tell my father," repeated he, instantly on the defensive. "Straight goods, I did."
The man shrugged his shoulders.
"It was only that it didn't seem to come right. You know how things go sometimes."
He saw the workman's lip curl.
"You think I ought to have told."
"Have I said so?"