surface. He did not know the reason for this fear. If he had been asked he could have replied only that he had "always" been afraid of them. He trembled and stuck close to Sallet as they walked beside the train until they found their car. Then, recalling his resentment at Sallet, he drew away from him and looked up at him steadily. When the small suitcase had been put in the rack above their heads and the train began to move, he could not see into the darkness outside the window except as they passed green and red lights beside the track, or streets with rows of street lamps, or buildings whose windows were lighted rectangles. The yellow-faced lawyer scrutinized him.
"Exactly how was it," Sallet asked, "that Mr. Markyn came across you?"
Peewee was certain that his father had already told the lawyer this. "He said it to you, I think," he answered.
"Yes; but I'd like to hear you 'say' it now. It was on the street, wasn't it?"
Peewee's antagonism toward Sallet was distinctly different from his opposition to Beman.
