“Friends,” answered Chub.
“Advance, friends, and give the countersign.”
“What the dickens is the countersign?” whispered Chub.
“You may search me,” replied Roy with a yawn.
“Torohadik,” ventured Chub.
“Wrong,” answered Dick, sternly.
“Liberty,” said Roy.
“Freedom,” said Chub.
“Wrong,” replied Dick.
“Oh, go to thunder,” grumbled Chub, paddling for the beach. “I don’t know what it is.”