I was seven months in a German prison.

I don't know how you'd like it, but I didn't." Roscoe laughed silently at Tom's dry way of putting it.

"All right, Tommy, boy," he said.

"Have it your own way." "You ought to be satisfied the way you can shoot," said Tom, by way of reconciling Roscoe to his leadership.
"All right, Tommy.

Maybe you've got the bump of locality.