Wheel me over there

　　"Wheel me over there!" he commanded. "Wheel me quiteclose and stop right in front of him!"And this, if you please, this is what Ben Weatherstaff beheldand which made his jaw drop. A wheeled chair with luxuriouscushions and robes which came toward him looking ratherlike some sort of State Coach because a young Rajah leanedback in it with royal command in his great black-rimmedeyes and a thin white hand extended haughtily toward him.
　　And it stopped right under Ben Weatherstaff's nose.
　　It was really no wonder his mouth dropped open.
　　"Do you know who I am?" demanded the Rajah.
　　How Ben Weatherstaff stared! His red old eyes fixedthemselves on what was before him as if he were seeinga ghost. He gazed and gazed and gulped a lump down histhroat and did not say a word. "Do you know who I am?"demanded Colin still more imperiously. "Answer!"Ben Weatherstaff put his gnarled hand up and passed itover his eyes and over his forehead and then he didanswer in a queer shaky voice.
　　"Who tha' art?" he said. "Aye, that I do--wi' tha'
　　mother's eyes starin' at me out o' tha' face. Lord knowshow tha' come here. But tha'rt th' poor cripple."Colin forgot that he had ever had a back. His faceflushed scarlet and he sat bolt upright.
　　"I'm not a cripple!" he cried out furiously. "I'm not!""He's not!" cried Mary, almost shouting up the wallin her fierce indignation. "He's not got a lump as bigas a pin! I looked and there was none there--not one!"Ben Weatherstaff passed his hand over his foreheadagain and gazed as if he could never gaze enough.
　　His hand shook and his mouth shook and his voice shook.
　　He was an ignorant old man and a tactless old man and hecould only remember the things he had heard.
　　"Tha'--tha' hasn't got a crooked back?" he said hoarsely.
　　"No!" shouted Colin.
　　"Tha'--tha' hasn't got crooked legs?" quavered Ben morehoarsely yet. It was too much. The strength which Colinusually threw into his tantrums rushed through him nowin a new way. Never yet had he been accused of crookedlegs--even in whispers--and the perfectly simple beliefin their existence which was revealed by Ben Weatherstaff'svoice was more than Rajah flesh and blood could endure.
　　His anger and insulted pride made him forget everythingbut this one moment and filled him with a power he hadnever known before, an almost unnatural strength.
　　"Come here!" he shouted to Dickon, and he actuallybegan to tear the coverings off his lower limbs anddisentangle himself. "Come here! Come here! This minute!"Dickon was by his side in a second. Mary caught herbreath in a short gasp and felt herself turn pale.
　　"He can do it! He can do it! He can do it! He can!"she gabbled over to herself under her breath as fastas ever she could.
　　There was a brief fierce scramble, the rugs were tossedon the ground, Dickon held Colin's arm, the thinlegs were out, the thin feet were on the grass.
　　Colin was standing upright--upright--as straight as anarrow and looking strangely tall--his head thrown backand his strange eyes flashing lightning. "Look at me!"he flung up at Ben Weatherstaff. "Just look at me--you!