"The usual?" he inquired.
"Aye, skipper, my tastes ain't changed since we last met."
The Captain poured out a generous helping of brandy, which he handed to the pilot and then poured out a like dose for himself.
"Here's luck," said the other as he raised his glass.
Calamity nodded and tossed off his drink.
"What's the news?" he asked.
"About the war? Oh, nothing special, the Germans ain't took Paris, and we haven't burnt down Berlin. But say, skipper, what in thunder made you hike off with the old Arrow?"
"The what?" asked Calamity staring hard at the other.
"The Arrow, this old packet of Rossenbaum's."
The Captain made no answer for a moment and then a look of understanding came into his face.