“I want no pay for what I did at Manila,” answered the young lieutenant, decidedly.
“But you put yourself out a good deal.”
“If I did, it’s all right.”
“You acted as if you were my bosom friend.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
“Don’t you think I mean it?”
“Certainly I do, Mr. Polk.”
“Don’t Mister me, lieutenant. Call me Nuggy. I’m not proud, even if I have money to spend.”
“Then, Nuggy, let me tell you that it is all right, and that I don’t wish a cent of your money.”
“But you might as well have it.”