My name's Gabriel.

Call me that-- or Gabe.

I don't like to be called out of my name.

But say, Shavin's--" "Well, Gab, say it." "Look here, Jed Winslow, do you hear me ?" "Yes, hear you fust rate, Gabe--now." Mr.Bearse's understanding was not easily penetrated; a hint usually glanced from it like a piece of soap from a slanting cellar door, but this time the speaker's tone and the emphasis on the "now" made a slight dent.

Gabriel's eyes opened.
"Huh ?" he grunted in astonishment, as if the possibility had never until that moment occured to him.