“I picked him up,” said Hal, giving Little Jerry a toss and sliding him off his shoulder.
“Hello, kid!” said Bob.
And the answer came promptly, “Hello, yourself!” Little Jerry knew how to talk American; he was a match for any society man! “My father's went down in that cage,” said he, looking up at the tall stranger, his bright black eyes sparkling.
“Is that so!” replied the other. “Why don't you go?”
“My father'll get 'em out. He ain't afraid o' nothin', my father!”
“What's your father's name?”
“Big Jerry.”
“Oho! And what'll you be when you grow up?”
“I'm goin' to be a shot-firer.”
“In this mine?”