for the driver of the Green Imp, also.

"So Ellen's going to dress the brat." Macauley was strolling
over the lawn with Chester and Burns, as, having out-sat the
women on the Macauley porch, the men were turning bedward,
reluctant to leave the cool star-shine of the July night.
"It's easy to see why she wants to do that. Her
three-year-old boy would have been just about this Bob's age
by now. Tough luck, wasn't it? - when he was all she had
left since Jack got out of the game?"

Burns stared at him. "Oh, that's why? I didn't know about
her boy, or I'd forgotten it if I was ever told. She will
enjoy fitting Bob out, if I can keep her from putting him into
white clothes to make him resemble an angel instead of a small
boy with an eye for dirt."

"You'll find Ellen's no fool," Macauley assured him warmly.
"But if she takes an interest in the boy it'll be the best
thing that could happen to him. She has a lot of money. She
may get a notion to adopt him."

But upon this Red Pepper Burns spoke with decision. "Confound
you, the kiddie belongs to me. Didn't I tell you his name is
now Robert Burns? She may dress him if she likes. She can't
have him, not by a long shot. He's mine!"

"Oh, well, it might be arranged," murmured Macauley, but not
quite low enough. In a flash he was laid flat on his back on
the lawn, a menacing figure standing over him.