"Not in a plough, sir."
He roared an expletive at me. "Are you a fool, or trying to joke with me? That won't pay you, you clod."
"I never joke with my betters, sir. I've been up in an aeroplane, sir."
"Where?"
"Schipphasen, sir."
"Oh, you've been there, have you? How long were you there?" It was a well-known training school and he began to change his opinion of me.
"About a year. I have my certificates and——" I searched in my pockets as if to find them, and said: "I've left them at my lodging, sir."
"Why the devil didn't you tell me that at first?"
"You didn't ask me, sir."
"What are you doing in this hole, then?"