Somehow , Turner had expected that nod and the glimmer of a smile that accompanied it . `` What book are you reading ? '' he asked . The boy held it out ; it was an old Robinson Crusoe , that classic of boyhood . `` It 's splendid , '' he said . `` Billy Martin lent it to me and I have to finish it today because Ned Josephs is to have it next and he 's in a hurry for it . '' `` It 's a good while since I read Robinson Crusoe , '' said Turner reflectively . `` But when I did it was on this very shore a little further along below the Miller place . There was a Martin and a Josephs in the partnership then too -- the fathers , I dare say , of Billy and Ned . What is your name , my boy ? '' `` Paul Jameson , sir . '' The name was a shock to Turner . This boy a Jameson -- Neil Jameson 's son ? Why , yes , he had Neil 's mouth . Strange he had nothing else in common with the black-browed , black-haired Jamesons . What business had a Jameson with those blue eyes and silvery-golden curls ? It was flagrant forgery on Nature 's part to fashion such things and label them Jameson by a mouth . Hated Neil Jameson 's son ! Robert Turner 's face grew so grey and hard that the boy involuntarily glanced upward to see if a cloud had crossed the sun . `` Your father was Neil Jameson , I suppose ? ''
Turner XXXXX abruptly .
accompanied asked crossed expected finish glanced lent said see suppose