and her attention lasted for no longer than the time occupied in doctoring his knee.
Finally the dwarf demanded to see Big Dan, and made a formal complaint. He was a performer—a star—and he was left like a dog in a kennel, he said bitterly. Big Dan listened, outwardly unmoved, but inwardly with some compunction. He left, saying that he would see what he could arrange.
"He's a nasty little rat, but he's got some reason for grumbling," he told Mrs. Dan. "I don't quite know what to do. The men won't bother about him—it 'ud be different if they liked him, but as it is—well!" He pulled at his pipe. "An' they're busy enough without running errands for Toby."
"That's so," his wife agreed. "Teil you what, Dan— why not put young Eddie on to the job? He's up to it, an' you can spare him better than any one else."
The Boss accepted the suggestion gratefully.
"You always have ideas, Polly," he said. "I'll talk to Pratt."
"Well, if you fix it up, give your own orders to Eddie, or Toby won't be much better off," she said. "You're the only one that youngster is afraid of; he'11 shirk orders coming from any one else."
"I'll let him know it's his funeral if I hear any more grumbling from Toby," stated Big Dan. "I've been thinkin' a lot about that boy lately: he's useless in the ring, an' he certainly doesn't earn his wages anywhere else. If it wasn't that he's the Pratts' son I wouldn't