For Gawd's sake, git the water, Gunga Din!"
In a few minutes three automobiles, following each other closely, wheeled into the curb. A man in the front seat of the first car motioned to them.
"Brennan and Gallant?" he asked, brusquely. "Who's that with you?"
"Our photographer," Brennan explained.
"All right, get in."
They clambered into the tonneau and the machine shot away from the curb, followed by the other two.
"Well, we're on our way," said Brennan, settling back in the cushions.
Absent-mindedly Benton resumed his half chant song.
"You may talk o' gin and beer,