“That!”
“Sure.”
“Say! what you givin’ us? I wouldn’t dare sit down on one of them beds; ’fraid of dirty’n it.”
The others gathered round.
“Jack, can we put up a log shack for ourselves?” asked Blackie.
“You sure can,” responded Gillis tolerantly.
“All right, we’ll sleep in this morgue ’till we get a decent place,” said Blackie.
He poked his head in the door just as Andy, clad in white coat, entered by the rear.
“Say, nurse,” shouted Blackie, “get ready for twenty-two cases of delirium tremens!”
“That’s easy,” was Andy’s quick retort; “I’ve ’ad more than that by myself.” His eyebrows lifted in quick surprise as he saw the brilliant shirts.