There was a key in the padlock and I just took off my uniform and stuffed it in the locker and beat it over to Little Landing in Bridgeboro." "You locked the padlock and took the key, didn't you ?" I said.
"Righto," he said, "and I thought I'd be back that same night and down to Dix again by morning.

See?
But instead of that, here I am and blamed near a week gone by and Uncle Sam on the hunt for me.

A nice pickle I'm in.

What do you say ?" "Gee, I wouldn't want to be you," I said; "anyway, I'm sorry for you.
But I don't see why you didn't go back like you said." Then he went over to the railing and looked all around in a hurry.
"I guess they won't be back for an hour yet," I told him; "they went to the movies." So he came back and sat down beside me again and began talking very excited, as if I was kind of a friend of his, the way he talked.

You know what I mean.