But Lake San Andreas has been bang-up this last week--been some great kills there; hope to the deuce you can make it." Everything now hinged upon this permit.

It was not until their expedition had been in doubt that Condy and Blix realized how alluring had been its prospects.
"Oh, I guess you can get a permit," said the clerk soothingly.

"An' if you make any good kills, lemmeno and I'll put it in the paper.

I'm the editor of the 'Sport-with-Gun-and-Rod' column in 'The Press,'" he added with a flush of pride.
Toward the middle of the afternoon Blix, who was waiting at home, in great suspense, for that very purpose, received another telegram from Condy: "Tension of situation relieved.

Unconditional permission obtained.
Don't forget the shrimps." It had been understood that Condy was to come to the flat on Sunday afternoon to talk over final arrangements with Blix.