He's a very queer youngster.

They see he's different from the rest of us, that he's out of the slums and, well, they don't understand him, that's all." "He just blurts everything out," I said, "that's all." "Well, he _mustn't_," Mr.Ellsworth laughed, "especially when he's out on the lake.

His tirade to-day, after the rescue, sounded very strange.
The boys are not used to hearing talk about picking pockets and stealing silverware.

They don't understand it." "I should worry about them," I said; "Skinny's just a kind of a freak.
Look at the way he wanted to go away and be alone by himself.

Doesn't that prove it ?" "Well," Mr.Ellsworth said, "it will be more to the point if he comes back all right." "It would be more to the point if the Elks were out hunting for him," I said.