“‘Is there such a place in Austin?’

“The snake reporter sadly shook his head. ‘I do not know,’ he said, ‘but I will shake you for the beer.’

“Ten minutes later the slate in the Blue Ruin saloon bore two additional characters: 10.”

Visitor—“Dear me, General, who is that dreadful man?”
General—“Oh, that’s only the orderly sergeant.”

THE PRISONER OF ZEMBLA