"Oh, you're Dennis de Brian de Boru Finnegan, are you?" said Dink, laughing as he dashed his cuff across his eyes. "The kid that wrote the baseball story."
"Sir, you do me honor," said Finnegan. "Who are you?"
"The Dink?"
"Yes, the Dink."
"The cuss that translates at sight?"
"You've heard of it?"
"Cracky, yes! They say The Roman was knocked clean off his pins, first time in his life. I say——"
"What?"
"Then you're the fellow down in the Green, aren't you?"