"I say, lieutenant," he remarks confidential this last trip, "we put something over, didn't we?"
"But what was it all about, eh?" he whispers.
"Why," says I, "you got pinched twice without losin' your amateur standin', and one of the stripes opened in the middle. When they tell me the rest I'll pass it on to you."
"By George! Will you, though?" says Barry, and after executin' another Boy Scout salute he goes off perfectly satisfied.
CHAPTER IV
A FRAME-UP FOR STUBBY
I expect I shouldn't have been so finicky. I ain't as a rule. My usual play is to press the button and take whoever is sent in from the general office. But the last young lady typist they'd wished on me must have eased in on the job with a diploma from some hair-dressin' establishment. She got real haughty when I pointed out that we was using only one "l" in Albany now, but nothing I could say would keep her from writing Bridgeport as two words.