PRIZE STORIES OF 1924
“I reckon so,” Wally replied, but he kept muttering to himself all the way to their cabin.
“What the Sam Hill will I tell her?” he demanded.
“Well, I am surprised at you! Tell her the Metrolopus sure looks majestic by moonlight.”
“Or I could copy a piece out of the guidebook, maybe,” Wally suggested.
“Lots of ’em do it. Say, Wally, when you buy them post cards, git one for me, too.”
“Well, I’ve been figurin’ I might send one to Mamma. Mamma don’t know where the Metrolopus is at, but it’ll sort of comfort her to know I ain’t wasting my time.”
They started to undress.
“Well,” remarked Hardtack with a sigh of satisfaction as he washed the blood from his face, “we had a nice time, anyhow, didn’t we? And say, I’d liefer fight with them limeys than any guys I know.”
“They sure do give you your money’s worth,” said Wally.
Both of them drew automatics from their hip pockets, slipped them under the pillows and went peacefully to sleep.