"Bill? Bill? What about Bill?" said Danny, hoarsely.
"Why don't you fight into him, Danny? You're a big boy now, Danny. Why don't you fight into him?"
Danny's simple face grew very grave. The soft blue eyes had an uncertain look.
"Did Sissy say that, Ruby veg?"
"No, but she said Bill Kisseck was a—was a—"
"A what, Rue?"
"A brute—to you, Danny."
The lad's face trembled. The hanging lower lip quivered, and the whole countenance became charged with sudden energy. Lifting his board from his head, and taking up the finest of the fish, he said:
"Ruby, take this home to Mona. Here now; it's at the bottom of your basket I'm putting it."
"My flowers, Danny!" cried Ruby, anxiously.