“We didn’t do much of anything,” Jim stammered.
“We like Canada,” Bob added for he was less fussed and shook the officer’s hand vigorously.
“If we’ve helped, we’re mighty glad,” Jim drawled, then went on, “But we’d have been wash-outs if it hadn’t been for Her Highness. I think being among nobility made her do her job extra well.”
“No doubt. Is she all right, or has something gone wrong with her?”
“Her Highness is fine as silk,” Bob declared emphatically. “Nothing is the matter with her, Sir.”
“Glad to hear it. Now, can you get her out of this trap?”
“Surely. It’ll be a close shave, but she’ll do it.”
“All right. Wish you would and let the truck by. And, next time you are in Canada, look me up, there’s something important I want to show you,” the chief told them.
“We’ll be mighty glad to see you—”
“But we’re not coming if it’s one of those parties with all the world looking on,” Jim added quickly. The chief laughed.