He flung the boy into a corner and faced his patron, breathing hard, his black eyes still fiercely gleaming.
"Ah! It is milord!" he said, in jerky English, and bowed punctiliously though he was still shaking with rage.

"What can I do for you, milord ?" "What the devil is the matter ?" said Saltash, sweeping aside all ceremony.

"What are you hammering that unfortunate boy for?
Can't you find a man your own size to hammer ?" The Italian flung a fierce glance over his shoulder at his crouching victim.

"He is worthless!" he declared.

"I give him a trial--_bueno_, but he is worthless.