"Hi, Stinky," he said. "It's good to see you again."
"Stinky!" Higgins choked. "Sir—"
"Don't get stuffy," Craig said, laughing.
Higgins stared at him. Little by little recognition began to dawn on the captain's face. "Craig!" he whispered. "Winston Craig! This calls for a drink."
"It does, indeed," Craig answered.
Captain Higgins provided the whiskey. It was Scotch. They drank it straight.
"Where on earth have you been?" Higgins asked.
"Gold," Craig said. "Borneo." A frown crossed his face. "Our little brown brothers came down from the north."
"I know," said Higgins grimly. "They came to Pearl Harbor too, the little—. They ran you out of Borneo, eh?"
"I got out," Craig said.