“Why, sure,” replied the sergeant sarcastically. “Just walk right out.”
“Hullo, Mac,” drawled an exceedingly tall, solemn-looking youth, letting the street door close with a bang. “What have you for me tonight?”
“Only a couple of—” he began.
The newcomer took one look at the pair; then announced without a trace of surprise: “You’re Jack Dunn, the football player.”
“Twin cousin,” corrected Jack gravely.
“Oh, yeah!”
“Haven’t you ever seen cousins who looked just alike?” inquired Jack, raising his eyebrows in astonishment. “I have.”
“That may be, but I didn’t see you on the field and off of it last fall for nothing. What’s the racket?”
Before Jack could reply, the sergeant irritably gave the desired information, the last of which was drowned by a bark of laughter from the human bean pole.
“This is rich! This is just too rich!” he chortled. “Brave troopers arrest couple of college students for gathering bloodroot. Oh! Oh!”