Our Lewiston friend stood by and exercised his wits for a few moments. Presently two men in the capitol came out and asked the policeman for checks, in order that they might get in again.
"No checks," said the officer.
"But how are we going to get in when we come back?"
"Go ahead, and I'll remember you."
The Lewiston man heard this and needed no other hint. He retreated for a short time, then threw his coat back, tripped his hat rakishly on the back of his head and started on a run for the entrance, as though intending to brush right by the policeman.
"Hi!" said the officer, putting up his billy—"Where are you going?"
"Going in."
"Where's your ticket?"
"Ticket! Good gracious, you wouldn't give me any! You said you'd remember."
"Oh, yes! yes, yes! Pass right in."