You run along to your lambs.

I'm running with the wolves to-night, old scout, and you might get that spick-and-span uniform considerably mussed up.

Besides, it's raining." "But what's to become of Miss Conover?
She ought not to remain alone in that apartment." "Well, well! I thought of that, too.

But she can take care of herself." "Those ruffians may call up the hospital and learn that we tricked them.
"And then ?" "Try to force the truth from Miss Conover." "That's precisely the wherefore of this coal dust.

On your way!" Eleven o'clock.