“Why don’t you show us your foot quietly?”
“I won’t.”
In desperation Philip clenched his fist and hit the boy who tormented him, but he was at a disadvantage, and the boy seized his arm. He began to turn it.
“Oh, don’t, don’t,” said Philip. “You’ll break my arm.”
“Stop still then and put out your foot.”
Philip gave a sob and a gasp. The boy gave the arm another wrench. The pain was unendurable.
“All right. I’ll do it,” said Philip.
He put out his foot. Singer still kept his hand on Philip’s wrist. He looked curiously at the deformity.
“Isn’t it beastly?” said Mason.
Another came in and looked too.