Perry, his forearm bandaged neatly and scientifically, crowded his way up the after companion.

"Say, Steve, let me have a shot at them, will you ?" he begged earnestly.

"Just one, Steve, like a good fellow!" "How's the arm, Perry ?" "Oh, all right, I guess.

It hurts a little.

Phil's got it so blamed tight that I can't close my fingers.