"Not much. We're Yankees," Sam blurted out with considerable emphasis. "And you'd better not monkey with us unless you want the United States Government to get you by the collar and jerk you seven different ways at the same time."
"Be silent!" thundered the officer.
"I'm mum," answered Sam, with a sheepish grin.
"What is your name?"
"Sam Hickey, sir."
"And yours?" glancing at Dan.
"Daniel Davis."
"Residence of both?"
"United States of America," answered the boys with one voice.
A clerk was noting down their replies.