Victor swelled up with hot indignation. To be addressed in such slighting terms by a boy whose rough attire and general appearance indicated a very low status in society was more than his nature could stand.
“Get away from here, boy,” he snapped. “We didn’t say anything to you.”
The freckle-faced lad’s mouth flew open. He set down broom and bucket.
“Well, by gum, I said somethin’ to you.”
“And you needn’t say any more. Go on about your business.”
“If yer wasn’t so small I’d fetch you a clip for that.”
Victor’s anger rose to the boiling point.
“Chase him away, you Indian!” he shouted to Dave. “See here, Freckles, my father is one of the biggest lawyers in Chicago.”
“I wouldn’t keer if he owned a whole sideshow, an’——”
