Everyone in the room except the two boys answered his greeting.
"Hello, Mike! How's the lad ?" "Fine! And hungry to beat the band! Can, you old rascal! Where are you?
Fry me a couple of eggs and some bacon, Can, and draw one." "All right, Mike!" The proprietor's pink face showed for an instant at the window.

The newcomer opened a morning paper with a loud rustling, beating the sheets into place with the flat of a huge hand.

"You fellows hear about the burglary ?" he asked..