"Don't know. Never knew one personally. You don't claim to have been canonized, do you, Jawn?"
Midkiff flung up his hands and fell silent.
CHAPTER XVII.
AN OFF-SHORE BLOW.
Before the two friends reached the dock an automobile drove across their path. There were several men in it, but Midkiff did not give the party any attention—being in a retrospective state of mind—until one of the men hailed Kingdon jovially.
"Ahoy, Rex! 'Ullo, boy! How's Rex Kingdon?"
The curly-haired lad looked up, with a smile, and waved his hand in response to the greeting as the automobile whisked away.
"Who's that?" Midkiff asked.
"Ahem!" coughed Kingdon, a twinkle in his eye. "A man who knows my father."
"Humph! He seemed to know your father's son, too," said the dark fellow, and then forgot the incident.