“Well, here’s where I’ll take a hand,” said Higgins. “Gawd bless you,” said Bill Wiley, “for I sure am in bad.”
So Higgins took passage for Havana, and, some few days after, Bill Wiley received the following cablegram:
“Our lady and the pirate are in the penitentiary.
“HIGGINS.”
THE GANG IN NUMBER 10.
HE highbrows of Number 10 were having an argument as they sat in the dim light of the veranda of the big bachelor house.
It was Saturday night, and the less intellectual inmates were in the city seeing the sights.
“I guess I’ll play a tune,” said Higgins, who was one of the group.