You--you didn't act like a villain, when I saw you.

You acted like a big boy that likes to have fun--oh, just oodles of fun, but hasn't got a mean hair in his head.

I know; I watched you and the fellows you were with.

I was up on the pier looking down at you whooping around in the surf.

And next day, when the girls at the Martha Washington read about it in the papers, I just couldn't believe it was true, what they said about you boys being organized into bandits and all that, and leading a double life and everything.
"But it did look bad when you beat it--about two jumps ahead of the police, at that.