"Secret Service men—they can tell if your great-grandfather was German."
"He wasn't," said Tom.
"Hello, you old spiff-head!" said Archer to the gate-keeper, at the same time laying down his satchel with an air of having done the same thing before. The two Secret Service men opened it and rummaged among its contents, one of them helping himself to an apple.
"You bloomin' grafter!" said Archibald.
"That's all right, Archie," said the other man, likewise helping himself. "It's good to see your smiling phiz back again. Who's your friend?"
"He's goin' in to see the steward," said Archer, "I told him I'd get a feller for the butcher——"
"All the passes are taken up," said the gate-man, as he took Archer's pass. "Everybody's on board, and there's nobody needed."
"Oh, is that so?" said Archer derisively. "Just because everybody's on board it don't prove nobody's needed. I didn't say there was any vacancies."
"He'll only come back out again," said the gate-keeper.
"Oh, will he?" said Archer ironically.