"You know the railroad bridge outside of town?"
"That shaky old wooden structure of patched logs and sleepers?"
"Yes."
"Well, what of it?"
"That bridge will get us columns in every paper for forty miles around."
"You've got 'em, Sam, sure."
"No, I haven't. I'm solid on the biz. Now listen: I want you to go to-morrow and stand in the middle of that bridge when the two 2:20 trains pass each other going in opposite directions."
"Well, you are fresh. What'll I do that for?"
"For an 'ad.'"
"And where will I be when the trains pass?"