I was proud as thunder to have him call me a "Ragged H man" so unconsciously.

It showed that he really thought of me simply as one of the boys; that the "son and heir" view-point--oh, that had always rankled, deep down where we bury unpleasant things in our memory--had been utterly forgotten.

So the tribute to my nerve didn't go for anything beside that.

I was a "Ragged H man," on the same footing as the rest of them.

It's silly owning it, but it gave me a little tingle of pleasure to have one of dad's men call dad's son and heir "a blasted fool." I don't believe the Lord made me an aristocrat.
We didn't see anything more of King till supper was called.