"Why should I keep out?" she asked at last.
"'Cause you'll git hit with a rock if you don't," was the prompt reply.
"But, little boy—" she began.
"I ain't a little boy," asserted Danny. "I'm a union."
The woman looked puzzled, but she finally decided that this was some boyish joke.
"You'd better run home," she said, and turned to enter the messenger-office. She could not refrain from looking over her shoulder, however, and she saw that he was poised for a throw.
"Don't do that!" she cried hastily. "You might hurt me."
"Sure I'll hurt you," was the reply. "I'll smash your block in if you don't git a move on."
The woman decided to look for another messenger-office, and Danny, triumphant, resumed his seat on the paving-stones.
Then came another messenger, returning from a trip.