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"Thank you, sir" Twenty shillings, ten pence "Doesn't Jahter Glad to get rid of him Hurry back And don't stop

at Mike's or Johnny's,"--s heavier than ale, sir" Mike's or Johnny's; it

saved hiathered

His uniform was his passport Nobody questioned hi-trot Outside the srew and Company) he paused to send a short

prayer to heaven Then he approached a snoozing stevedore

"Where's Mike's?"

"Lead y' there, ol' scout!"

"No; tell "

Explicit directions followed; and aent Thoain:

the lust to punish, maim or kill in his heart He was not a university

man; he had not played cricket at Lord's or stroked the crew fros, calisthenics

and long tramps into the country on pleasant Sundays Thomas was

slender, but sound and hard

Jameson was not at Mike's nor at Johnny's; but there were dozens of

other saloons He did not ask questions He went in, searched, and

strode out In the lowest kind of a drinking dive he found his reat wave of dizziness swept over Tholer re, patient