"'Who IS he ?' ME!" "Oh!" Penrod was humiliated but relieved: he felt that he had proved himself criminally ignorant, yet a peril seemed to have passed.

"Rupe Collins is your name, then, I guess.

I kind of thought it was, all the time." The fat-faced boy still appeared embittered, burlesquing this speech in a hateful falsetto.

"'Rupe Collins is YOUR name, then, I guess!' Oh, you 'kind of thought it was, all the time,' did you ?" Suddenly concentrating his brow into a histrionic scowl he thrust his face within an inch of Penrod's.

"Yes, sonny, Rupe Collins is my name, and you better look out what you say when he's around or you'll get in big trouble! YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, 'BO ?" Penrod was cowed but fascinated: he felt that there was something dangerous and dashing about this newcomer.
"Yes," he said, feebly, drawing back.