“Yes,” replied the cripple, with a lightning gleam in his wolf eyes.
Thorpe rang the bell. To the boy who answered it he said:
“Bring me half a dozen beef sandwiches and a glass of milk, and be quick about it.”
“Do you play the fiddle much?” continued Thorpe.
The cripple nodded again.
“Let's hear what you can do.”
“They cut my strings!” cried Phil with a passionate wail.
The cry came from the heart, and Thorpe was touched by it. The price of strings was evidently a big sum.
“I'll get you more in the morning,” said he. “Would you like to leave Bay City?”
“Yes” cried the boy with passion.