Peter had also been watching the boy and had said to me that he had a good face and was evidently from out of town.
"Why don't you get up ?" Peter called to him at last.

"Up with you, my lad.

This is one of the times when every one of you young fellows should be on your feet." He would have grabbed a banner himself had any one given him the slightest encouragement.
"I would, sir, but I'm out of it," said the young man with a deferential bow, moving to the empty seat next to Peter.

He too had been glancing at Peter from time to time.
"Aren't you with Mr.Morris ?" "No, I wish I were.

I came with my friend, Garry Minott, that young fellow carrying the banner with 'Corn Exchange' marked on it." "And may I ask, then, what you do ?" continued Peter.
The young fellow looked into the older man's kindly eyes--something in their expression implied a wish to draw him the closer--and said quite simply: "I don't do anything that is of any use, sir.