‘“I’ll shove ye in jail!” roared the guard.
‘“Easy, old child.”
‘“What’s your name?”
‘“My mother christened me Johnson.”
‘“You’re a Canadian, I suppose?”
‘“Yip!”
‘“All right. I’ll show you I’m a Scotsman.”
‘Tosher didn’t get the cigars. He got “Five quid, or twenty-one days,” at the Police Court.’
‘What did he say to that?’ inquired the president.
‘Oh, he reckoned it was gaw-damn stiff that a bloke who was winnin’ the war couldn’t get out of an express for cigars.’