He was reminded of his omission, however, by a visit one evening from Mike Scanlan, the fellow member whom he had met in the train.

Scanlan, the small, sharp-faced, nervous, black-eyed man, seemed glad to see him once more.

After a glass or two of whisky he broached the object of his visit.
"Say, McMurdo," said he, "I remembered your address, so I made bold to call.

I'm surprised that you've not reported to the Bodymaster.

Why haven't you seen Boss McGinty yet ?" "Well, I had to find a job.