With the old slouch hat in his hand Matt sat down on a stool and began feeling of the crown with his fingers.
"Vat's dot for?" chirped Carl.
"I tell you," said Dick, "our old raggie has still got a twisted brain. Tolo's coffee is continuing to have its effect."
Matt laughed, suddenly turned the old hat over, tore out the lining, and pulled forth a crumpled envelope, closed with a red seal.
Glennie gave a yell.
"My dispatches!"
And, with that, he staggered across the small room, grabbed the envelope, and waved it above his head.
"My dispatches!" he repeated, his voice husky.
"I thought so," said Matt. "They have been in that old slouch hat, in the locker, ever since we made that dive to get away from the Japs."
"Und I pud dem dere," remarked Carl pompously. "How mooch iss id vort'?"